Why is this night different?
As we went thru the telling of the passover story - there was a moment where I thought how un-different it really is. So much is so much same.
People - fleeing.
People - escaping bondage.
People - fighting for their right to be free.
People - like you...and like me.
We return and repeat...and repeat and return.
Do we learn? Anything?
It's a typical spring scene...on this spectacularly warm spring day.
These swans...on this pond.
The one I've walked circles around for so many years before this.
Why is this different?
It's not. It's the same.
It's only the light in which I see it in.
That's new.
That's different.
That's changed.