(picture by Adrian Garcia)
At Sedar we were always urged to leave behind the personal Egypt that enslaved us, be it bad habits or unhappy circumstances. And as we did, to remember all the people in the world struggling to leave whatever Egypt they inhabit, for we could not be free if someone else was still enslaved.
At His last supper, also a sedar, Christ asked the Apostles to love others as He loved them and He washed their feet as an act of love and service.
Eleven years ago at Riverside's Maundy Thursday, it dawned on me I could forgive someone who had hurt me and in doing so leave an Egypt of shame, bitterness, and blame. When I left the unhappiness I had lived in for so long, I found Buddhism.
Every day since offered freedom and liberation even when that seemed furthest from the truth. But it never was furthest from what I sought. Ever. Like the steps the Hebrews took through the desert and the feet Christ washed that night, each moment brought me closer to a promised land. And as I stumbled forward I remembered all those struggling and as I grew closer to freedom, love became the bigger land within my heart.
The road to the banks of the River Jordan was made with sorrow and disappointment but traveled with hope and heart. And on this auspicious anniversary, oh, is the view just so beautiful.
Christo and Dora getting serious in Tompkins Square - We finally had a sunny weekend, so I spent both Saturday and Sunday chasing hawks. According to the informal poll I posted last week, "Barucha" appears to...
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