I am a slacker, but a repentant one. The tashlich ceremony, where we ask forgiveness by praying at the water, is supposed to be done on Rosh Hashanah, or right after. I did it this morning, erev Yom Kippur — not a new phenomenon, even for me, as I sort of publicly confessed in a book (gulp). But today I did it on the subway, riding over the Manhattan Bridge on the way to work.
Which gave me even more things to confess. Last night we went to an engagement party for the producer of my movie, and afterward stopped near our old home to shlug kappores — that is, to throw a chicken over your head and transfer your sins to the poor bird. (At least, my wife did. I went looking for the PETA people, but since they’d all bailed, I stood by myself and yelled “YOU MURDEROUS BASTARDS!” at her and all our friends.)
But: back to this morning.
“Yom Kippur is said to be a day k’purim – “a day like Purim.” This linguistic and thematic connection reflects on the tone of both days, Yom Kippur giving a sense of life’s random absurdity and Purim a feeling that even the most outrageous celebrants are in fact approaching the work of reconciliation with God.”
– an article on MyJewishLearning.com
My older daughter ran outside wearing a King Achashverosh mask as I left for work. She is seriously the most spiritual of us all.