(it lasts for eight days), we gather together and do a seder that is touching and relevant and funny and sacred (and really, who could ask for anything more?). What I love about this particular seder is the questions that are asked and that each of us takes turns answering: what is the difference between more and enough (a whopper of a question…) and what is your personal Mitzrayim (or place you are enslaved), as the Jews were slaves in Egypt. Places that you keep yourself bound, frightened, silenced. At one point during the service, we participate in hand washing — in letting go of what we no longer need. And of course, there is the food. Always the food. It’s still Passover and I am still asking myself about more and enough, and the ways I keep myself frightened or silenced. Such compelling questions...