ABSILVER's World

I don't know... help requested. I sit here.  The night of the first Seder, no plans. I just don't really know what I believe. Do I believe I should eat Matzo 8 days? Do I drink 4 glasses of wine Monday cause it is Pesach? I have hosted some great Seders, hagadahs and all. I have been to some great Seders at home, Granny and Grandpas,  and in New York City. I have hosted and been where the love and friendship you could imagine could last the 40 years in a dessert. I have been to one in college days where bitter herbs were not the kind you dipped. But what do I believe? The Days School said keep kosher for Pesach was the key to getting into heaven! The Orthodox Rabbis say loving another man could send me to hell, or at least have me stoned to death in a religious court. How do I believe I should only eat matzo, and do as I am told for 8 days? When, I won't stop loving who I was born to love? I tried to deny that for 29 years and wasn't good for

You get in the business of what do I write about.  There are mornings where I know what is in my head, but frankly they feel too personal.  Or, I just don't feel like the feelings and thoughts are not ready for the world to see.  Sometimes, they haunt me around stupid things that I just don't want to admit are even in my mind or worse have to read after I type them. This is one of those days, but I haven't written in a while and I thought why not take a chance.  Let's see if these feelings and thoughts deserve to make it into the ether of my blog. Every year, an amazing thing happens to or for me.   Frankly, it may seem to most an unusual occurrence   Something, akin to a community looking forward to a hurricane cause they have a drought. Some years it occurs around Thanksgiving.  This years was a little later.  Some years it happens till spring this year a little sooner. The symptoms for those of us who live in South Florida are clear.  There is this influx of