"It was another evening, in my kitchen this time, that Barbara organized a Yom Kippur ceremony with a minyan of two--ourselves--instead of ten, where we mourned our dead and atoned for our lives--
'Do you have any regrets?'
'Neither do I!'
--and on this somber day of fasting and repentance we said the prayers wrapped together in her dead father's tallis and managed to get ourselves inscribed for that year at least in the book of life by rattling a Tlingit shaman's rattle, lighting candles in her grandmother's candelabra--engaging in sacrilegious or highly observant rituals depending on the point of view--and finally eating with great gusto all the prohibited ritual foods we adored....Ritual, ceremony, the sacred were real, not objects of study alone nor traditional habits but redolent dramatic moments which were the stuff of life and work."
1. Deena Metzger, 'The Ultimate Magician,' unpublished essay, 2-3.