Today is Yom Kippur, considered the holiest of the Jewish holidays. On this day, we reflect on who we are and what we’ve been this past year, and what we aspire to be in the next. To contemplate how we might be better by learning from what we’ve been. Like a commitment to continuous personal improvement. Because it’s never too late to be what we might have been. All major religions have a regular practice of self-reflection and repentance, but in Judaism it’s an annual event during the 10 days between Rosh Hashanah (the New Year) and Yom Kippur, which is called the Day of Atonement. On which we don’t eat or drink, waiting to be given a sign that we’ve been absolved by God. A common phrase for Jewish people to say to one another during this time is, “May you be inscribed in the book of life.” The notion is that by the end of Yom Kippur, G-d will have decided who gets to live another year. As a child, that seemed rather harsh, but all these years later it is a fervent wish. May you be inscribed in the Book of Life today.
Mary Ann Evans (1819 – 1880): Known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, poet, journalist, translator, and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era.
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