Passover has, has for us become for us a mish mosh of tastes, and jokes and stories and celebration. It is a piece of evolving in and of itself, because each year we tap into something that does not always echo the themes of past years.
My shedding process was painful, but it was worth it. In the process, you get to redefine your relationship to yourself, what you will allow, what does and doesn't work for you, and what you truly want out of life.
With a jolt of gratitude, I realize that I will walk into my new quarters on two legs and care for myself with two capable hands. My body is up to the task, supported by an ever more creative mind and an undaunted spirit.
I had my first spiritual experience when I was 16 years old. I was sitting up late one night having a conversation with my mother about something I can't remember, when for no apparent reason, the doors of perception opened wide.
We can choose to think flexibly and adaptively, rather than rigidly and maladaptively, by redefining painful life blows as opportunities to evolve. Suffering is the "rock-tumbler" of life, within which the nuggets of our battered selves get polished into our highest and best selves.
Mother Nature has done it again. She slapped us upside the head to knock some sense into us. There is devastation for many. Nothing makes sense for them yet, but for most of us, we've been slapped into awareness.
A close friend of my mother's generation used to insist that a woman who reveals her age will reveal anything. Since I say that I am devoted to transparency, isn't this the right time and place for me to fess up to every one of my god-given gift of 85 years?