God has a funny sense of humour
It doesn't matter if I'm feeling lonely and cut off. It doesn't matter if no one around me knows that we are celebrating and why. It doesn't matter if I'm not. It doesn't matter that I don't seem to belong anywhere. There is hope in beginnings, there is always hope in beginnings. So it doesn't fucking matter that I'm crying, not really. Today it would seem that my tears are right up God's alley.
Leshanah tovah tikatvu.
Leshanah tovah tikatvu.
posted by Lioness @ 7:58 pm
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5 Comments:
Okay, this is going to be weird because technically, I don't know you. But I think you belong here. I've come to rely on your posts and your comments on my site, Beth's and Moron Mouth. So, to me, it does matter that you're crying. Unless it's happy crying and then it's okay.
DM, you are lovely. Thank you. One of those days where everything is just a bit too much and a bit too little. It's over now. And a New Year has begun (5765) - how can it not get better?
I have always celebrated a bit of a rebirth of sorts during September. Partly because of my birthday, partly because of Fall, my favorite time of year. I had no idea I was celebrating along with a whole mess of people.
Happy New Year. Thank you for the enlightenment.
Glad to be of help! Though because the Jewish calendar is a lunar one Rosh Hashanah (the head of the year, literally) falls on different dates of the Gregorian one and may even be in October. I say why have it simple.
October? That throws off my whole theory! Alluah!
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