We have escaped from Mitzrayim. For all the right reasons—the insights, and values, and choices we’ve made have allowed us to leave.
I knew what I was doing when I left my cousins and brothers and sisters behind in the old country. I was prepared for their loss. I was prepared for their lack of understanding, their arguments against my experience. I had to walk my own path.
History happened. Things became exaggerated, and who could have known where our separate paths would lead? Here’s what I know: I face my sisters and brothers and cousins across a new space of enmity that I wasn’t prepared for. My sister is not my enemy.
We can close the space. There must be—there is—room for her story alongside mine.
Barukh ata Adonai, Eloheinu, melekh ha’olam,
I lift up my hands on my behalf,
and that of my sisters and brothers,
and all our children.
May we close the spaces that separate us
as willingly as we embrace our beloveds.