Thursday, March 14, 2013

#BlogExodus: Slavery

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Each year at this season, I think often about my own escape from slavery.

Although there was no back-breaking physical labor in my Mitzrayim, the Pharaoh there was emotionally abusive.  I was a slave to his whims, his routine, his schedule and his mishagas.

This is what it was like.

Finally--after 13 years--I gathered up my courage and, like Nachshon ben Amminadabh, I took a few steps out into the water.

It was cool and clear and refreshing.

As the Israelites crossed the sea to freedom, so too did I cross the country to a new life of freedom and joy.  And, like Miriam and the women, I've been dancing ever since.

Inspired by Ima on (and off) the Bima, this post is one in a series marking the days of the Hebrew month of Nisan leading up to Passover 5773.