At Rosh Hashanah services today, I watched parents go get their kids out of the babysitting room to come in to the sanctuary right before the shofar-sounding was about to commence. The kids came in with the same enthusiasm that I had when I was a child. The shofar! Yeah!
Now a grown up, who can value the words, words, words that make up the rest of the service (well... most of them...) I have to admit - there's still something about the sound of the shofar. If you've never heard the sounding of a shofar, well - it's hard to describe the sound. A shofar is a long, often twisted, ram's horn; not an easy instrument to play. A skilled shofar sounder, though, can render long, primal notes from it.
|Note: I am not good at playing the shofar.|
Nor am I great at self-portraits.
We're surrounded by sound now - traffic, radios, humming electricity, buzzing cell phones. But there's nothing else that sounds like a shofar. And somehow, the sounding of the shofar silences modern noise and summons people, once again, to listen to an older, plaintive, summoning-sound.
(And if anyone's cell phone had gone off during the shofar-sounding, that army of kids and I would've taken that disrespectful brute down.)
Wishing you all a sweet year filled with love, health, momentum and abundant blessings!