Easter Sunday/Passover Weekend
The thin salt and pepper matzo is a nice update on the fatter, less salty variety I grew up with – although putting butter and sugar on it like I did as a child probably isn’t as good. “Did you have a seder?” “Did you go to a seder?” No, actually I haven’t had or been to one since I became dis-invited from my brother’s seder years ago. And I am the youngest child, who begs the question, but that is a different matter.
Today is Easter Sunday and I imagine all white fluffy bunny goodness as well as eggs of many colors – but that too doesn’t live at this house – so off I trot or hop to meditation at the zen center down the street, where visions of nothingness dance in my head and my baldness is de rigueur.
Floating on a dream, risen from the dead, back in the saddle again.