It's that time of year again, Passover is only a few short days away. The contents of all my kitchen cabinets are all scattered about in various stages of stacking, storing, cleaning, and getting rid of. It's a "balagan" (great Hebrew word meaning 'mess') , but this particular balagan has a higher spiritual goal in mind. Passover is about clearing out the filler, like the fluffy foods that have leavening, and leaving ourselves with the bare truth. As I uproot the comfortable organization of my lovely kitchen, I feel a sense of relief (when I don't feel the time pressure of this large task) that I can change life completely for a special week, and experience with friends and family the spiritual exodus from all that we feel enslaved by. Then, after Passover, the kitchen is once again returned to it's original state, and all the Passover dishes and pots and pans are packed away for next year. We feel a grand accomplishment spiritually & physically, and get to enjoy a neat kitchen as a bonus!
But, it's a *lot* of work. This blog entry is a break. Thankfully this year we have great help from my dear brother Peter (4 years older than me), and also from Zimrah. We four adults were in the kitchen last night until 1AM gutting the cabinets, spraying, polishing, and using wine bottles like microphones to air sing to the tunes on the stereo.
It's a lot of work. Did I say that already? We are having 15 for the Seder night. My Father-in-law is coming, also, and that is very special. He flies in from the US on Wednesday morning, and Seder is Wed. evening.
*Everything* we think about and do these days is centered around Passover. We are forced to find meaning in all this preparation work, otherwise it would be pointless and futile feeling. Sometimes it's good to have a time each year to be forced to change life and find meaning in what we do. I think that's why I like it.
Back to work. It is a labor of love, but labor, nontheless.
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