I don’t understand all of the people who were able to clean their houses top to bottom, switch over to Passover dishes, AND cook for 18 to 20 people, all before vacation even started. It makes no sense to have vacation during Passover if the house needs to be cleaned for Passover. There was no way I was going to have the energy to do spring cleaning (going through every cabinet, vacuuming every corner and under every piece of furniture, etc., etc.) when I was also working and trying to live up to my regular commitments. It was only when I got a week off – during Passover – that I had the time and energy to even start cleaning.
This is clearly a holiday for people who are more organized, and more energetic than I have ever been, or for people who can afford to go to specially prepared Passover hotels, where families can spend the whole week away and never have to clean their houses for Passover in the first place.
Having a week off from teaching allowed me to notice all of the things I had left undone during the school year, of course. And I finally forced myself to go through my drawer-of-papers, and realized that I hadn’t opened the damned thing since before Covid, except to shove more papers into it. Tzipporah stayed in her bed in the living room to avoid all of the chaos, and dust, and grumbling noises.
I managed to look through all of the clothes in my closet that don’t fit, but might someday, and the medical test results that were supposed to be edifying but weren’t, and all of the lesson plans that I didn’t have a chance to try for one reason or another, and it has been exhausting to look through all of the work I’ve done over the past few years, without much sense of accomplishment or progress to show for it. I tend to think of myself as lazy, because I haven’t reached the goals I’ve set for myself (successful author, diagnosis and treatment for medical issues, overcoming mental health difficulties, etc.), but the piles and piles of evidence tell me that I’ve worked very hard, no matter how little it shows in the outside world.
The heavy emphasis placed on Passover cleaning, or more specifically, cleaning out all of the random crumbs of bread and other leavening that have landed in the corners of our homes, belies the fact that the real purpose of Passover is to celebrate the exodus of the ancient Israelites from Egyptian slavery. The goal is to tell the story, in detail, and thereby to remember that it is possible to get out of the narrow places we are trapped in today and find true freedom. This is always a meaningful lesson, but especially right now in the United States, where our promised land is starting to feel a lot more like ancient Egypt. But even before this particular moment in history, I felt like even though I had escaped the narrow place of my childhood, my own personal Egypt, I am still wandering in the desert; and if God plans for this wandering stage to last forty years, like it did for my ancestors, then I still have a lot of wandering left to do.
Unfortunately, as my rabbi often tells us, the reason for the forty years in the desert was for the generation who had experienced slavery to die out, so that only those who had been born into freedom would enter the promised land. I worry that maybe that will be the case for me too, that the closest I will get to the promised land is these years of wandering and seeing that hope just over the hill, out of reach.
I look at Tzipporah, named after Moses’s wife in the Passover story, not incidentally, and I think she is in the same place as me; she is no longer in the narrow place (the puppy mill), but it seems to me that she is still wandering through the desert, trying to figure out how to feel free.
But now that I think about it, the story we read at the Passover seder each year isn’t really about entering the Promised land. In fact, we end each seder hoping to be in Jerusalem next year; meaning that, no matter where we are in our lives, or in the world, we have not yet reached the promised land. Maybe the real lesson is that everyone will find themselves in a narrow place, at some point in their life, and will need hope and help in order to escape, and even then, that exodus will feel much more like wandering in a desert than like reaching a promised land. And that’s okay. Because the process of standing up for our rights, and believing that we deserve better, and then wandering in the desert, in confusion, trying to figure out how to be free, is the point of the journey. And we go through the Passover seder every year as a way to teach ourselves that the wandering itself is meaningful, and worth all of the effort. No matter how much we might wish for an easier ending to the story.
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Most of us really do have a long journey ahead of us.
Chag Pesach Sameach!
Hopefully the journey is an interesting one!
Wow. Thanks for the extra information.
Is the Passover cleaning associated with why spring cleaning seems to be a big deal in the northern hemisphere?
I’m not sure.
I never realised that passover also required house cleaning.
There’s even a ritual, after all of the cleaning, to place pieces of bread around the house and “find” them, with a candle and a feather and a wooden spoon.
After all that cleaning you reintroduce crumbs? Sorry, we’re dining al fresco until the snow falls.
It does sound pretty crazy!
I was going to say with all the wisdom I could muster, that perhaps the journey is the point. Then you beat me to it. Another thing I’ve often wondered, is about the “wandering.” Wandering seems to suggest people are out of sorts, unplanned, haphazard in execution. And I think there was a plan, and it was all hardly haphazard. There was indeed a point which seems to suggest more journey (and with it a purpose), than wandering. Just my thought.
There is a school of thought that says that the ancient Israelites only wandered for a little while, and then spent thirty eight or so years in one spot, waiting to be ready (physically and spiritually) to enter the promised land.
I can see that. It makes sense. But the Bible wasn’t written to make sense but to inspire and encourage faith and belief. But yes, that works too.
Very true!
So very thought provoking. I suspect we should focus less on the destination and more on the journey.
But the destination is often what motivates us forward, so we need both. Would you really get in a car with your family knowing that you were just going to drive around for a few days? Or would you get in the car because you were hoping to reach Disney world, or a nice hotel somewhere. The journey might end up being the memorable part of the trip, but you’d need the reason to go in the first place.
At least house cleaning is a useful part of the journey..
Useful, but exhausting.
I had no idea there were special Passover hotels, so looked it up: blow torches are used; grills and skillets are koshered with a glowing layer of hot coals; glassware is soaked in water for 24 hours, the water emptied and replaced and this is repeated twice; wooden surfaces such as butcher blocks are sanded; dishwashers are stripped and cleaned with a cycle of boiling water.
Thanks for sharing, Rachel! This was so interesting.
Imagine the relief of knowing that someone else is doing all of that work, instead of you!
That alone is reason enough to consider a hotel. No matter the cost, I imagine my husband would agree to it as he realizes I won’t be set loose with a blowtorch in the kitchen! Things probably wouldn’t end well.
Ha!
What an interesting way to look at things! I hope that someday soon you can feel free from your narrow space and enjoy the place where you find yourself!
That would be wonderful!
I don’t Spring clean until the Yellow Peril (tree pollen) ceases to fall which is well after Passover.
Makes sense!
I hope you have a wonderful week!!!!! And I’m glad Tzipporah’s journey led her to you!!
Thank you!
You always teach me something new and leave me thinking, Rachel. Blessings for you during Passover.
Thank you!
Oh, those eyes speak volumes! Beautiful pup. Happy Easter Rachel.
Thank you!
I have read about the clean-up before Passover and am embarrassed about the state of my humble little apartment. I did tackle a couple of drawers lately and that felt like a victory. I wish you a Joy-filled Passover once the cleaning is done. It is good to see Tzipporah outside, although not looking particularly thrilled. But she is outside! Yay! Interesting comments about the journey and the destination and I like what you said about learning to feel free. Reminds me how important it is to live one day at a time.
Tzipporah was not enamored of her trip to the beach, it’s true, but she gave it a try. That’s the most important thing.
Always edifying, Rachel.
Thank you!
We literally missed Passover this year, probably as it was just too fraught. Even our rabbi admits to being in the wilderness with no clear direction home. Our house could be worse but us mostly OK except for pools of chaos. Our attention has been on the difficult task of clearing out my deceased mother-in-law’s home. Sadly, had she been here she, too, might have missed Passover.
It’s been a rough year. Be well.
My husband’s favorite quote is, “it’s the journey, not the destination.” Your sentence reminded me of that thought. “Every year as a way to teach ourselves that the wandering itself is meaningful and worth all of the effort.”
We had another Covid Passover this year, and we had one seder where the virus was spread among the jews at our table – the next morning, patient one tested positive and later that week, four others did the same – OYE VEY!
Oh no! I hope everyone is feeling better now.
Thanks – Everyone is good!!!