An Exotic Passover

I'm more the type of gal who is interested in the fact that Passover is on the first full moon after Equinox than I am in traditional Judaism. As with Easter, which was originally held on the first Sunday after the first full moon after Equinox (but became subject to a more complex formula for determination of the date over time), I am drawn to the Earth-based, rhythmic underpinnings of religious holidays, which serve to connect us to our innate spiritual nature.

That being said, growing up Jewish (and certainly appreciating many aspects of Jewish spirituality), it is impossible to not enjoy my fond childhood memories of the traditional Passover ritual meal, the Seder.

The week-long holiday often is celebrated by American Jews with Seders on the first night, and possibly the second. Extended family or friends customarily gather, just as non-Jews do for Easter.

While first night was, for me, a fun affair as a child (with us giggling cousins being our usual kid-like selves to endure the semi-serious process), it was probably not unlike many American Seders based in European roots (known as Ashkenazic Judaism) and the common more liberal Reform-style Judaism that most of my friends and family practiced.

Second night, though, was another experience altogether. My very strict, Orthodox uncle, hailing from Persia, practiced the—to me—exotic Sephardic style of Judaism, which is the type that those from Persia (& other Iberian Peninsula areas) practice. Though there was a solemnness to his approach, it was mysterious enough to keep me eager with anticipation every year, when my sister and I would go with my parents and meet up with our two same-aged cousins and their folks.

I was always enthralled, captivated. Not to mention anticipating the meal that came late into the evening, after the first half of the Seder rituals happened. Sure, first night with chicken and matzoh ball soup was a big treat. But… Persian food!! Oh my god.

I wrote this poem years back when I was writing poetry in college.

Uncle Hoff

When it was still Persia

You and grandpa left

Made a new life here

Kept your religion

Never touching lamps

After dark on Sabbath or holidays

We four cousins

in awe of you

And you of The Lord.

Years later

We burn with memories

Of all that you gave us

It has not been the same

Since you left us for your God

American Idol~~What Happened Blew Me Away

I love music. On the other hand, I am not really big on many aspects of American pop culture; for example, watching television programs that most of the country can't keep away from. I avoided American Idol for years, assuming it was a silly program with mediocre singers and lots of judgment going on. (I was right). Then, a musician friend whom I deeply respect told me she is addicted to it, as some great musicians show up as contestants. I began to watch a couple of years ago. She, also, was correct!

I haven't always watched every season since then; last season in fact I found all the choices so tepid that it could not keep my interest. The year before I rooted for the beautiful & talented young Jordin Sparks. (I was doubly gratified that a voluptuous woman who was comfortable in her "non-Hollywood body type" won).

I just started to watch this season two weeks ago, as they got past the sillier aspect that I don't enjoy (nor do my friends); of showing the worst as well as the best of the auditions.

I was unprepared for what happened to me the night I watched.

There were very brief excerpts of all of the contestants singing. Yet in one short moment of watching a contestant named Anoop Desai, I was not only amazed by his voice. I also had what I would call a spiritual experience of him. This man has a voice that is clearly "Star Power"--he doesn't even seem of this world. His energy also emanates something I haven't seen in any of the other contestants in any year, as if he is channeling a Force of Creative Inspiration (forgive all those caps--how else to get my point across?) that is far larger than his mere (but lovely, I have heard consistently) personality. It's not just a maturity, but an ease. He is born to sing! (His voice reminds me of one of my all time favorite singers, Al Jarreau).

I was stunned when he was voted off this past week. I can't imagine why. Is it just me? No! I looked on the Rolling Stone web site and they agree with me! (As does almost everyone that commented). So perhaps he will make it to the Wild Card round. If not, someone who is very, very smart will grab that man up for a recording contract. He is a Force of Nature!