Words of the Spirit - Hope for the New Eighteen
Divisions of time always have been a source of reflection and expression in both our secular and ritual spheres. Idioms and catch phrases – TGIF, “after the holidays” (my current favourite) – compress a great deal of information, or perhaps assumption, into their pithy formulations.
Much of how we do this is based on just a few time frames or measures – the week, the month, the Gregorian calendar year, the Jewish calendar year, the decade, the century. In addition to the biblical, the solar, the lunar and the deca, Jewishly we have some curious outlier numbers: we might wish someone “to 120” on their birthday (the age of the biblical Moses at the time of his death, or make donations using $18 as the base, rather than 10, to subliminally imprint good luck onto the bills, check or etransfer, since the two Hebrew letters that form the number 18 spell chai, life.
This otherwise lucky and hope-filled number has now joined the lexicon in our secular realm, as the fall 2021 school year begins 18 months after the sudden, shocking shutdowns brought international pandemic caused by the coronavirus. Recently “the past eighteen months ….” has popped up in so many articles and reflections that I wonder if there will be a new word coined for this time frame, or if perhaps an old one existed that will be revived. Is there an 18-month equivalent for “fortnight?” However we reference it, March 2020 to September 2021 will forever be marked in ways we can’t even fully grasp in this moment, as we continue to contend with the social, personal and spiritual challenges wrought by COVID 19.
This pertains to us as a community as well. In the 18 months since March of 2020, we have celebrated the coming of age through Bar/t Mitzvah with six teens and their families. Though we were all able to kvell in pride as we saw and heard them chant torah via our screens, we know that much of the ruach/spirit of our life cycle and community celebrations arises from being together. We anticipate – date TBD! – a fabulous communal celebration, filled with music and one of our characteristically wonderful potlucks, to celebrate them and present them with their gifts from the congregation. And yet, like the other moments of celebrating and consolation that arose this past 18 months, they needed to be marked without the visceral warmth of the hugs and physical proximity of gathering.
The new year approaches, with its rituals, prayers, gatherings, meals and songs, creating memories for the years ahead, and adding to memories of years past. We celebrate a mythical beginning of time 5782 years ago with this heralded time-marker, the new year – and, this time, a new 18-months. What do we wish for, what do we call upon for this next chai-athon?
What I will wish for is more of what I believe has sustained us during this past 18 – hope and creativity. In the face of so many egregiously persistent global woes, these two qualities have buoyed, re-jiggered, amazed, held, enlightened, and sustained. Living into hope and creativity calls for a kind of trust rooted in the belief that hoping engenders creative action-for-good, simultaneously mining and renewing our reservoirs of imaginative faith.
For 5782, and for the next 18 months, may your days be sweet, filled with hope and creativity. Shana tova umetuka – maleh tikvah v’yetziratiyut.
Rabbi Liz
On the second day of Rosh Hashanah, join Rabbi Liz for Day 2 study session via Zoom, exploring HOPE. View or download the texts in advance here.