Liberating myself from the worries of my mind happens every Shabbat. I give myself permission to dream again. To be still again and to remember who I really am and who I really want to be. I may never reach the existential promised land, but I can always reach a modicum of joy and contentment.
As we anticipate the Passover seders next week, ask yourself this question or present it to your seder communities:
What would liberation look like if it was already here for you?
Please share your answers by emailing me with a poem, a comment, a story, or a vision.