Making matzah
First day of the Omer

Happy Pesach to all!

Cups for Elijah and for Miriam.

Today, after leading the weekly meditation group at my shul, I'll be heading to Boston for first-night seder at my sister's house. This has been our tradition for several years. I'm looking forward to playing the "Kadesh urchatz" song on my sister's guitar, to my sister's herb jam spread on matzah, to reading Rabbi Lynn Gottlieb's beautiful poem about removing hametz from our lives, to seeing what unfolds in us this year as we tell the story of the Exodus.

And then I'll turn around and come home again, so that on Saturday night I can lead the second-night community seder at my shul. I've attended that seder before, but have never led it; this will be a new adventure for me. I'm looking forward to pray-testing the new abridged VR Haggadah, to introducing my community to a few of the melodies and traditions I love, and to learning from my community what matters most to them and what they love about Pesach.

Pesach has always been my favorite holiday. When I was a kid, I looked forward to seeing all of my cousins (here we are in 1983), to upturning my aunt and uncle's house in search of the hidden afikoman, to singing the Four Questions. These days I look forward to the songs and the story, which resonate for me in new ways every year. And now I also get to look forward to teaching Drew all of these things too! Though I think this year, his understanding of Pesach is mostly that it involves a "big cracker," as depicted in Hoppy Passover -- and that's okay, too.

I wish all of you a zissen Pesach, a sweet Passover. May we each be blessed to truly experience this festival of liberation, to exit the narrow place and enter the expanse of freedom together. See you on the other side!