for some reason, every year, this is the holiday I look forward to the most. at the same time it's the holiday that gives me the most anxiety. So much is asked from us--mentally, physically, temporally--that it can be overwhelming.
every year I tell myself to make the holiday as meaningful as possible. every year I come short. given our current situation, it's difficult to observe the the level we'd been accustomed to. and I miss it so much.
this year, my yearning for the High Holiday experience of 2 years ago, manifested itself via my creative outlet. I'll keep tinkering and allow creative time to also lend itself to reflections of the year now nearly passed. I think, at this point, it's all that I can do.
