“And it was all Done with Mirrors”
Before Pesach I rushed to type up some thoughts about the process of freedom, those leaving narrowness moments – how the very process of crying out is the first step towards liberation. During Pesach I rushed and I rested. Now at the end I find myself trying to get some ideas down before I’m back to the business of work and school and life, the everyday of liturgy homework.
Only haShem knows that perfect moment when dusk turns to Shabbat, when the moment of redemption arrives, when midnight in exactitude comes and suddenly the moment of freedom unveils. A huge part of leaving our narrowness is being open to the possibility of that very unknown moment, the moshiach energy waiting in each restful shadow.
But outside of the terror of waiting and the joy of leaving, after the miraculous – is the everyday. How do we keep going after?
How did we keep going during?
There is a midrash from Tanchuma Pikudei (free form retelling):
Pharaoh had issued a decree to keep his human properties’ numbers in check, stating men could not sleep at home and outlawing Israelite sex. So the women came to the fields with lunch, bringing bright copper mirrors as well. After food, they would rest awhile together. Eventually out would come the mirrors.
“I’m more beautiful than you!” they would declare, holding their mirrors.
“I am more beautiful than you!” would come the reply.
Back and forth, day after day – a pile of affirmations and the sustenance of more than a light lunch and short break.
And it was through these very mirrors that Pharaoh’s decree was overturned because they would “accustom themselves to desire.”
When building the Miskhan, all the people brought from their treasures – the women bringing these very copper mirrors! Moshe dismissively issued threats, demeaning the mirrors as vanity. But haShem ThemSelves rebuked Moshe, reminding that these miraculous mirrors kept The People alive during slavery’s hardships and the burden of Pharoah’s decrees.
Because of this, the mirrors were used to created the kiyor, the copper washing basin for the kohanim as they prepared to entire the holier, inner parts of the mishkan.
Freedom is a verb, a practice. I talked right before Pesach about that unknowable moment of liberty. But the difficulty of the unknowable is how to keep going until we get there. What can sustain us when Pharaoh’s strict decrees grow thicker, while legalistic bureaucracy’s hands and surveillance state eyes eat our time and capitalism killingly-isolates our communal needs?
Here are our ancestors again, making their own time within those harsh decrees. Just as our first mitzvah is to make a new separate calendar and mark our time by the moon, here its the women with their mirrors – carving out this silver sliver of hope during the heat of the day. Rest in the shade with a small meal and a playful partner every day.
Is this why Purim is right before Pesach? To remind the joy that keeps us alive in the face of these intersecting narrows?
Oy beloveds, We need each other so badly. We need joy so desperately. It is the joy and love, the playful but true recognition of our /own/ beauty with others, that allows us to see we don’t deserve the pain. And it is that connection that also lets us cry out, lets us see the flash of freedom that is Olam haBa- a world of care.
Something about how these mirror-holders don’t try to bolster the other. I’m sure all the people were ragged and bedraggled, enslaved for generations and barely remembering their own peoplehood, their own ancestral connections. I wonder if it felt ridiculous, as silly as Sarah looking to innards and laughing pointblank at angels. And yet, they insist – playful and sweet, “swinging them with words” in the shade as the too-hot-sun burns above – “I’m more beautiful than you.”
They insist “Now you” tracing the lines of a face, squeezing a hand, thoughts entangled.
I realize as I type, this was the lesson queers have bequeathed me and continue to over and over. Every person I see out in the world who’s gender presentation is at odds with the system’s expectation is like a whispered mirror “I’m more beautiful than you are.” And the reflection of copper, the refracted murmur sparkles back, “Now you.”
Friends, beloveds – Remember our mirrors. They are portals into our inner holiness. Not just to constantly peer at what needs repair, but to envision through fresh Spring what innate beauty and holiness already lives within, what flowers are bursting forth and shaking loose their petals.
I am a beautiful glorious discerning human. I am complicated and confused and curious and constantly contradicting. I contain multitudes, as queerly beloved Uncle Walt said; I know no other way toward g-d of such ultimate multitude but to emulate. I watch the cherry blossoms raining down heavy with Spring dew and I want to kiss the world, gently remind it. This handsome loving form of carbon-based life only comes once in the existence of the /entire/ universe and I am gorgeous because of it.
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Now you.
PS – While this midrash is unsurprisingly focused on “traditional” married partners – the presumption of a man and a woman – it is still a midrash that undermines the hegemony of the expected. Women are recognized as integral to the process of freedom, are mentioned in sexual contexts without being vixens or virgins, and are incorporated into the very framework of the Mishkan’s holiness.
Also, let us not pretend that the lesson is limited to romantic partners or the monogamous / straights only. We all need others in our lives to be face to face with, to relax and touch and remind each other of our beauty. Every one of us wants to be wanted, for a connection that desires your nearness. That connection transcends far beyond any ancient constructs or modern nostalgic assumptions of marriage.