Our Monday morning group has been meeting since the first year we came to Boulder. Now we meet only once a month, rather than every Monday morning, at 7:30. I was just beginning to wonder whether we were finally dribbling to an end when folks started to arrive, including one we had not seen here for years. I am grateful for that lively and grounding community.
i am beginning to assess the upcoming cleaning for Pesach. It is a big deal, always. And every year some of the same thoughts come up as I dismantle things to clean them; and every year new and different thoughts as well. The fact that I will be teaching about it this year is making me think more about what the process evokes, what it means to me after all these years, what I still wish to avoid, what I am grateful for, what new things, unique to this year, arise.
And what do I wish to pass on? not only a guidebook for the traditional prescribed actions, but a framework for discerning which concrete actions best effect the desired movement on the inside.
I am regularly amazed at how the concrete actions prescribed by both Jewish law and tradition, which could by now be habitual, nevertheless provoke changes in my inner world. They shape the qualities of time as I experience it. Preparing for Pesach has a certain well-known flavor; yet some of what I am working on inside me may differ from year to year. And some, alas, will always be the same.
Thoughts are spiraling inside me, but the words are dissolving---it is late, and parts of my mind have decided to go to sleep no matter what the rest of me says. I will follow.