It can be rather hard, when you have a full-time job, and are trying also to maintain what is colloquially referred to as a "life," - not to mention simply wanting to relax once in a while - trying to maintain a level of connection to one's Judaism or - dare I say it - spirituality.
As we approach the High Holy Days, and the switchover to the Jewish year 5778, I am reminded once again that I haven't gotten as far in that regard this year as I would have liked. Work, family, friends, unexpected interruptions, delays, fatigue, illness (fortunately not major or long-term) and other interests all conspire to make a life less Jewishly-fulfilled than, as a committed Jew (culturally or otherwise) one is supposed to maintain. Friends or, more likely, acquaintances are often surprised to learn that Diaspora Jews do not necessarily have a native (or even conversational) knowledge of Hebrew, may not visit the "Holy Land" often, if at all, and (especially) that those on the left in particular may not approve of all (or any) of the actions of the government of the State of Israel. But these are, it turns out, incidentals in the life of a Diaspora Jew, even if technically one is supposed to learn Hebrew, feel a deep connection to Israel - which admittedly, I did, on the one occasion thus far on which I was fortunately able to visit the place - or profess undying loyalty to the State - which is not and must not be incompatible with the right to criticise its government, when(ever) necessary and appropriate. But I hope - vainly, perhaps, but perhaps not - in the coming year to deepen my connection to and appreciation of my adopted heritage in all its forms. And so, a slightly early, but heartfelt Shana tova!
