Reflections: Who by Falling Stocks

Happy New Year, Y'all. Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, and the prelude to the Days of Awe, where, if you are so accustomed or co-religioned, you can take a little time to reflect on things like mortality, fate, the meaning of the mundane and the always lurking potential impact of the profound.

Brooklyn Beat and family have been moving through some gentle, G-d willing productive, changes. Our oldest daughter is away studying abroad until next summer. The next tiers of our kids are working on the alignments required in New York City in 2008 to apply to college and high school. Our son is 17 and, suddenly, though not finished high school, is beginning to develop his resume and identity as a filmmaker all of which he has discovered on hiw own, based on his own skills and contacts. Our younger girls are suddenly no longer quite children and finding who they are as growing individuals, as well as in the arts. As part of this, there is change and reflection at home and in our own lives, hopefully geared toward growth, simplification and preparing for next phases. We watched a number of films recently about life in America, in Russia, in African nations and in the middle east. We are aware how, even in its downturns, life in the USA is unique. Yet even here, as abroad, so many people live lives of struggle. There is a maelstrom, socio-politically, economically, and culturally that has begun to spin faster and faster across the world.

As a family, like many other Americans, we are not living large or counting our dividends or capital gains. We work, we raise kids. We live simply. We work hard, every day, at work and at home. We are concerned about our children's futures. Now, the confluence of the New Year, 5769, as in 2009 in the secular year ahead, with the economic crisis afoot, the coming elections give much to ponder, as we consider our own spiritual and material lives, and fate. As the Rosh Hashanah service ponders, "Who by fire, who by water, who by stones, who by wild beasts.." Who shall be exalted. Who shall be humbled.... But we are taking this time to look around and to reflect. The market crisis and its impact still lay ahead. Politics. Violence. Fate. As Zimmerman commented on the blues and traditional music, "The traditional music people look on on death as a fact, a literal fact." So we are finding time to slow down and contemplate our spiritual selves.

For now, we are counting our simple blessings and tender mercies.