For years at this point, my Yom Kippurs have been the same. I go for Kol Nidre, I come home late and sleep, I spend the entire next day at the synagogue. But not this time.
The first big difference is since I go to Mishkan's zoom
minyan (daily prayer quorum) now, I was invited to dinner by the same person who hosted the
second Passover Seder I went to, involving a bunch of the
minyan members, some of which had flown from as far as London to attend (we actually have a woman from Finland who comes sometimes, but she did not attend). We ate a bunch of asparagus, challah, and turkey, chatted, and then went to Kol Nidre, where I ran into
dana.kroop, who invited me to sit with her and her husband, so I did. We davened for Kol Nidre and then I headed home, because it was late and I had a big day the next day.
This is where things changed--I took Laila out of school for the day because we were going to the kids' service for Yom Kippur. All the Baby Shabbat services we went to (ages 0-4) were pretty much songs about how great Shabbat is and just kind of dancy, happy tunes, but that's in the past. Now she's up to kid services and those, at least for High Holy Days, are a compressed version of the adult services, with a selection of the appropriate prayers and even a Torah reading--they hauled in a 9th grader and gave him an aliyah. Laila said she liked it afterwards, but she also said it was too loud, and she said the reason she didn't really want to duck into the grown-up service afterward either is because it was also too loud. She never really used to be bothered by loud noises but ever since her first surgery, she's been more and more sensitive to them. So, because of that, we didn't stay much after the kids' service ended. I took her back to the bus and we went home.
...and then I turned around and came back! I got back into time for Yizkor, which I don't (by custom) attend since my parents are both still among the living, so I went for an hour walk in the local park (my custom). Then I went back around 3:30 p.m. to go to the afternoon classes. The first class I went to was the Jonah class, which I always attend--we traditionally read the Book of Jonah on Yom Kippur, and this year the class was about the differences between Jewish, Christian, and Muslim interpretations of the story. Jews and Christians draw from the same text but interpret it differently, like Christians view Jonah's time in the fish as symbolic of Jesus's time dead, but Muslims have an entirely different text: Yunus (same meaning as
יונה / Jonah--"dove", which I know because Duolingo intro Hebrew has a
lot of sentences about how much doves love wine) is from Ninevah, and when he first tells them G-d's judgement they laugh at him. It isn't until stormclouds start gathering and the sky lights up red that the people of Ninevah actually start to repent. However, Yunus had left after the Ninevans first laughed at him and that's how he got on the boat and got put into the fish. It was very different than previous Jonah classes and really neat.
Also, is this why Christians use the fish as a symbol?
Afterwards, I waited in the same room for the Breathwork class, which I had gone to in previous years but which wasn't offered last year. It was led by someone I had sat next to at dinner the previous night, so it was nice to see her again, though we didn't really talk very much. I lay down on the floor and focused on my breathing. It was a lovely way to refocus before the end of the day.
I also got to meet the daughter of the facilitator, home for the High Holy Days. It turns out the facilitator had married a Japanese man, so her daughter had the classically Jewish name of "Eimi Matsuhashi."
Neilah opened with my favorite prayer of the entire year (El Nora Alila) and proceeded as it always does. I stood in front of the open ark, in front of the Torah, in a practice that the rabbi called "mildly idolatrous" but which is tradition anyway, and offered up my last personal prayers of the day. Then we said, as we always do,
לשנה הבאה בירושלים (
L'Shanah haba'ah b'Yerushalayim, "Next year in Jerusalem"), made havdalah, and dispersed.
Previous years Break Fast was usually Mediterranean food, but this time it was actual breakfast--French toast, hash browns, (vegan) sausage, bagels and lox, fresh fruit, etc. It was amazing after 25 hours of fasting and, as usual, I ate way too much. We also had assigned tables, so I got to talk to some people I hadn't met before (people mostly asked me about Laila). Then, since I had a long bus ride home, I said my goodbyes, walked over to the Jefferson Park Transit Center, and caught the bus home.
Next up: Sukkot.