We are dancing around the living room rug. Gold. Blue. Pink.
All the colors swirling into each other. Your little navy
dresses. My velvet Yom Tov robe. Twirling. Circling. Dizzy
with the beauty of letting go.
Let go. You've cleaned enough. Let go. You've cooked enough.
Let go. You have finished. Let go. It is enough. Let go.
Forget that you're tired. Let go. Let go. Let go.
Adina's blond curls and eyes full of the ocean. Miriam's tiny
face and laughter full of forgetfulness. The baby clapping on
the floor. We sing, "All year long we wait for Pesach, a gift
from Hashem and we're so proud."
Circling, faster and faster. We fall together on the floor,
collapsing into giggles.
"Again!" your lilting voices insist. And we begin to dance
again. Twirl by twirl, I let go of myself and hold on to You.
Circle by circle, I wrap myself in the freedom of Your Torah.
Step by step, I make a space for geula inside of
me.
