It had been some years since I’d participated in tashlich (“casting away”), the ritual commonly performed on Rosh Hashanah, in which one scatters breadcrumbs into flowing water, symbolically letting go of transgressions from the year past.
Still in the remedial group, I came late to the endeavour, only taking to the task today – but in my defense, with a degree of forethought and intentionality, filling up three small vials with breadcrumbs, each for a specific set of regrets about the year gone by and a commitment to try to do better in the year ahead. And setting out with a friend.
Then, standing over a riverlet coursing its way through a ravine, I opened the vials, considering my wrongs and my rights, and surrendering the breadcrumbs one at a time to their journeys. When the first few moved rapidly through the water, then got stuck at a rock, I started to game the system, eliminating the middleman and sending three-point shots to the more cooperative patches of waters. I thought about crossing the stream and setting the stuck morsels free, but instead trusted that sooner or later, they would be released from where they were trapped, and so would I.
While closer to me, other pieces of bread also had their passage blocked by a wide stone, but no sooner were they seemingly tethered for life to stuckness, then they suddenly broke free, surging over the stone and onward, quickly disappearing from view.
And I recalled one of my teachers at a Buddhist retreat saying, “You have no idea where you are on the path.”
L’shana Tova. A good year to us all.