Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

#BlogExodus 2: Retelling


It's the same story.

Every. Year.

But we don't get tired of it. Why not?

My children love to look at the family photo albums. They love to recall what they looked like, what they were wearing, what they were doing. I watch them, as they sit enthralled with their own images of their own history...and I marvel at how far they've come.

On the eve of Passover, we open up our family photo albums. We relive and retell the stories of what we looked like, what we were wearing, what we were eating, what we were feeling and believing and knowing and doing.

We refresh our memory of those days when we were slaves, and we recall what it was like to feel that first breath of freedom. In the remembering and the retelling, each time we find something new. Each time we notice a detail in the photographs that we hadn't seen before, or we hadn't noticed last year. Each time we come to the memory with the experiences of the past year. We are not the same people who told this story last year...so it is not the same story.

We retell and retell, and each time, we bring to life the ancient story.
The albums get a little stained, the pictures get a little bit faded.
But as we read through the story, as we tell our tales, they crisp up into focus, the tattered edges become whole again, and the story returns to life. 

In the retelling, there is life.

on Seder night...
matzah crumbs
horseradish stains
wine drops
parsley blooms 
salty tears
same old jokes
same old stories 
like a well-worn sweater
not ready for Goodwill yet.
add a little flower and it's like new again. 
on Seder night, we come home again each year...
(poem once posted here

Want to play along? We're sharing #BlogExodus for the next 2 weeks. All you have to do is use the hashtag and there are suggested prompts on the graphic above (feel free to grab it). Maybe you just want to post on your Facebook or Twitter about these topics...or maybe you want to try #Exodusgram, a new idea to post photos related to these themes? I'll be posting my #blogExodus posts here, at this blog, my #Exodusgram pictures on my tumblr site, imabima.tumblr.com, and other miscellaneous Passover posts over at imabima.blogspot.com. It's going to be a busy fortnight!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Remembering 9/11 - 6 years later

Today at 7:45am, we gathered at the Am Shalom flagpole for our annual 9/11 commemoration. We were joined, as usual, by Glencoe firefighters and police officers. We are one of the only remaining yearly commemorations.

The day was beautiful. Clear, cool, the blue sky absolutely stunning. So much like that Tuesday six years ago.

One of our students played Taps on his trumpet. He is a Bar Mitzvah student, about 13 years old. His beautiful playing prompted me and others to give him a hug. It's not often that you give a 13-year-old boy a hug, but in that moment, I was overwhelmed by the realization that he was only 7 years old when the 9/11 attacks happened.

May we remember on this day.

I share these beautiful words from Karen Maezen Miller at her blog, Cheerio Road:

In this hush
between the rising and dusk
of one minute and month
a season arriving
a circle recycling
we see sharp and know cold
that not one thing stands
or stands still
Not one thing untouched
but all carried intact
by love
deep, far and beyond.

Remembering the day, the year, the people, the passing, the wide open darkness and then, the light.