It’s just about 24 hours to go time. I totally meant to write more this week but you know how it is.
Pesach is associated with a variety of segulos that I have tried. Opening the door for Eliyahu HaNavi. Saying Shiras HaYam the night of shvi’i shel Pesach. Saying a personal tefillah before mah nishtana. Burning a kvittel with biur chametz. My mother just sent me a video about another one: to daven with a lot of intensity when saying the word “v’nitzak” during Magid. You know how I feel about miracle stories – they just don’t get me excited.
But I want to feel excited. Not about other people’s miracle stories, but about THE miracle story, Pesach. Because Pesach is a night of miracles, a night of pulling back the curtain, and I need to find the thread that draws me into it. Even after these years. In every generation, a person must see themselves…And even if we are all wise…
The miracle of Pesach is alive on seder night. Like magic (not like magic, but you know what I mean). It comes back for us. Wherever we are and whoever we are, it comes back in full force like the night of yetzias Mitzrayim.
Maybe Pesach, for me, during this time of both intensity and numbness, is about opening a door. Letting the greatest story ever into my heart. Letting it be real again. No strings attached. No segulos, no insights, no breakthroughs. Just the awesomeness and the wonder of the story.
And having written this, I feel readier to walk into Yom Tov.
Wishing each and every one of you a chag kasher v’sameach! Wishing you love and strength and freedom and miracles! I’ll see you on the other side. This year in Yerushalayim!
