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A Ritual of Loving Friendship

pesach 2015Sometimes graffiti is pure poetry, utterly appropriate to the moment!

These words written on a dumpster in the neighbourhood came at such a moment!

The last two days I’ve thought a lot about moving, and yes, it’s understandable given that I am moving in just over a month! 😀

Chances are if you’ve made at least one major move in your lifetime you’ve experienced the paradox of what I call ‘loss ‘n the toss’, deciding what to keep and what to send on its journey. While memories are what are truly meaningful and I have a ton that are light and well worth carrying as I make the transition to my new home, I’ve been thinking about how hard it is to conclude what’s physical dross and/or emotional baggage, knowing that some things are best given away and some are best binned. The greatest challenge is moving far from loved ones, entering yet another patch of planetary ‘unknown’. But even now as I mentally plan my packing and shipping, the lever of joy is the anticipation of arriving to explore my new neighbourhood near Locarno. And yes, I have already begun my lessons to dramatically evolve my Italian far beyond shopping and ordering from the menu!

Today I’ve been thinking about how moving often defines important differences between people we hang out with now and then; those we work with; and those who are ‘family’. Some are acquaintances; and others are ‘friendlies’; but on moving day those who truly love us turn out to dry our tears and keep paper cuts at a minimum. Friends are those who help pack, move and even show up with pizza when it’s time to unpack. It’s a funny thing about acquaintances and friendlies… chances are you’d not even think to ask an acquaintance to lend a hand –face it, moving is a vulnerable experience. Have you ever come to crunch time and a friendly offers to help but when the day comes the suddenly remember it’s Great Aunt Tabitha’s birthday bash is that day?

Well, I’ve just discovered something infinitely more ‘Friend’ defining than moving day! Yes, it’s true.

As you may know I’ve been in Israel for over a month sharing an apartment in the heart of Tel Aviv with my friend and colleague Natalie. While we’ve learned a lot about one another during this time, like how easy life is when life goals, values, great food, wild adventures, new ‘Family’ and joy are shared, in the last two days I’ve learned something radically new.

Have you ever wondered where the madness most of us know as ‘spring cleaning’ comes from? Well, I’m here to tell you that it was birthed long ago in the Jewish celebration of Passover, Pesach! For most people cleaning started weeks ago, but we’ve been so busy that here on Kishon Street the scouring and scrubbing began yesterday! Every shelf, corner, nook and cranny has been cleaned; the walls are scrubbed from ceiling to floor and every drawers has been opened and I’m happy to say some of what got turned got tossed.

The fact that we’re eating popcorn as I write and the bits that fall on the floor get popped in our mouth rather than out the window for birds, says it all! From my perspective it’s all about Freedom and making room for new. Making the cleaning my meditation, wearing my pink rubber gloves I asked the Universe to carry my efforts from this rooftop flat out into the world, so if you feel a bit of soap behind your ears it’s just my love overflowing!

So Nat, should you ever find yourself doubting my love, take a breath, and remember “Two days in April!”

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