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This year, with the economy in a tail spin, my travel funds have been depleted and I am unable to make the exodus out of California to the promised land of the midwest for my usual seder with my family, only the second time in my life – the first time I was in my last month of pregnancy with my son. For the first time, I am hosting a seder at my house, with not one single family member present other than my husband and my kids. I must admit, I am out of my element here. I don’t even own a hagaddah – the book that tells the story of Passover. I have invited a couple of families from my community and will hope to find the order in the chaos of hosting. This will be a passover meal without gefilte fish – again a first – we’re spoiled,  we’ve had homemade gefilte fish at every seder – can’t even think of buying some. This morning, I got up early to start the chicken soup, and as the morning went on my house started to fill with smell of soup slowly simmering on the stove. And while I will miss my family dearly, this morning I feel more connected to my family both alive and dead as the smells of passover begin to fill my home.  Ahhhh – Aroma Therapy for the Soul.