Making Room

Much talk of chametz these last moments before Pesach. Chametz, that leavened, overblown, blown out of proportion, self-importance. The very item we bless at other times, that interface between what we receive from universe (plain grains of wheat, rye or spelt) and that so human, so creative, so proud invention, bread. We clean our houses, make a little feng shui space in our homes and our bodies and our heads and our hearts and our souls at this time. Because if there's no space, how will we hear the hagaddah? Let's go empty to the seder, hear our story as small children, be new.
I am inspired by Tzvi Freeman's daily offering. Of course, "God" here will be reinterpreted as the ceaseless bounty, ceaseless wisdom, and ceaseless creativity of the universe. Ceaseless though each of us may cease. Beginningless, without form or definition.
Tzvi writes, and think ceaseless creativity here:
Making Room
He is a very big God. As soon as you take up any space at all, there is no room left for Him.
But take up no space at all, and He gives you the entire Universe.