Passover, Easter, Spring
Passover, Easter, Spring
Or I took a different path
At last night’s yoga class at the JCC man named Julian said he’d been a Hasid once. Maria described her Cameroonian husband. Both Julian and Maria are ready for Passover. They cleaned their houses. follow the law, in their way. I grew up with light blue Haggadahs, four questions that were always the same. So many ways to understand liberation. And Easter. Even spring. I wrote about Hasidim once. Shabbos after Shabbos in Brooklyn for meals. No one ever ate alone. Ours the faith of each other. Now the we a different we. So many ways to be a person. To make a meal, a Passover meal, telling small stories of exile and liberation, one by one by one.