Dear Passover (Holy Week?)

Dear Passover — every year when I was a kid we went to two seders. One at my Dad’s parents house typically using a Haggadah in English), and one at my mom’s family’s house (usually done in Hebrew). We got special clothes. My mom would switch out our plates, we only had motzoh. We really did Passover. At the time, it was ‘just something we did’. As I look back it was these times that my sense of belonging and ritual were locked in. I am grateful to have this in my history as I see the benefits. In the past few years, I chose not to host a seder, I have taken on an 8 day ritual, asking 4 questions that were relevant to me. It becamse a time of reflection. Then I think it was last year, I learned of Holy Week, and I fell in love with the name for my ritual —because the work I' was immersed in seemed holy. I am diving in again this year, prepping my 4 questions for thhis year and exploring what shows up. I have often invited other to join me in the process. If you see this, and want to as well, comment and/or send an email and I’ll let you in on what I am doing.