Yom Kippur

We don't do much to celebrate this highest of high holy days on the Jewish calendar. But slowly we are building our traditions. This year, again, we went to the children's Yom Kippur service in Simi Valley, where Adina, our favorite pre-school teacher, and her father, a canter, sing and teach the children. It is a beautiful synagogue, full of white stone and light, and high stained glass windows that look like they were designed by Chagall's offspring. Adina sang like an angel, and I nearly wept. And here is my Jewish family observing the holiday:




My men in yarmulkes.



A yarmulke can be a fashion statement and an expression of personal style, if you wear it like this! Jaunty!


Theo playing the shofar -- in this case the horn of a South African antelope called the kudu. He practiced on the bugle all morning before the service and he produced a long, beautiful, haunting tone! He may turn into a trumpeter, a trombonist, a bugler or a canter.

Thought of the day: I want to go to Israel.