This post is part of the #blogelul project started by the inimitable Ima On (and off) the Bima. I am using it as my motivation to rejeuvenate this site and get myself back into the swing of things.
Preparations have never been my forte. There is always an aspect of winging-it-ness to the things I do and – it my own mind at least – to the best things I do. The writing that is off the cuff, the solutions that come from an unexpected burst of inspiration, the activity that I-don’t-know-we-it-just-happened.
Not to say that I *never* prepare, or that I refuse to prepare. It’s just that my life has given me every incentive to skip it whenever possible.
But not Elul.
Partly because I’m of Sephardi heritage, and our tradition is – for the entire month before Rosh Hashana – to get up well before dawn (or stay up late into the night) to say Selichot.
And partly because, for whatever reason, this idea sank into my brain and stuck there.
And partly because I am learning about the nature of my un-preparedness. From Whom, exactly, do I think those inspirations and happy circumstances come? So not only would it be ungrateful to show up at Rosh Hashana only to say “I didn’t bring my notes from this year, do you have a copy”, but the fact is that God has made copious notes and if there is a choice between His and mine, the safe bet is to go with mine.
So here I am, on day 1, pencil sharpened, prepared to begin preparing.