Rosh Hashanah may give us an excuse to sit at table with friends more often and call us to introspection. But during Sukkoth, I am becoming. I join friends in their sukkah, too. We munch on figs and tortilla chips. We talk about our travels, our dreams, our ambitions, the Phillies.
Kids dart in and out, a dog begs a nibble, and someone dares to float a terrible pun.
It is the kind of day we treasure more than others and not nearly enough. A time to celebrate our strengths while knowing how fragile we are. A time to admit our weakness and draw on the power of friendship. A time to be thankful for four walls and a roof, with dishwasher. And a time to admit we could live without it all if we had to, including the dishwasher.