I am still at it: I am still kashering, sorting, cleaning, scrubbing, sanding/scraping, throwing out, exiling to the garage, giving away...
I am embarrassed at the plethora of stuff. It seems that during the years with my beloved I became accustomed to planning for unexpected guests with good appetites. This, of course, was served well by the strategies I learned in my youth: stock up when it's on sale; you never know when seven people might suddenly visit and unexpectedly stay for dinner, and you don't want, G-d forbid, to be unprepared and not have enough to feed them.
A lot has already gone to individuals and to Community Food Share.
What I am dealing with most is the accumulation of things that have not found their proper homes in the house, and instead have taken up residence on surfaces, making permanent what should have been temporary. Complexity seems to perpetuate itself, whereas simplicity takes (at least for me) real effort. And I am dealing not only with my own layers of stuff, but also what remains of my beloved's. It is all a richness, and also a burden.
I am looking forward to new discoveries with each Seder. It is remarkable that the same story, the self-same script, yields something different every year. I am wanting to be released into a new freedom, and also into a new depth.
I will report on the beginning of the journey through Pesach on Wednesday night.
Blessings for discovery and surpises and release.