A Letter

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A Letter

Beloved,

Let me tell you something I often say when counseling those mourning the loss of a loved one.

“Unless you are a rabbi or minister, you shouldn’t be good at writing eulogies.”

And then I add: “Let me give you a pro tip—think about writing a letter. Because you know how to write a letter and this way you don’t have to stare at a blank page not knowing how to start.”

They usually grasp the idea instantly and are then able to start writing.

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I just did something similar in the writing of this article.

I didn’t know what to write today’s article about and found myself staring at a blank page.

Stuck.

So, to get myself started, I began by writing a letter.

And it worked!

I figured out what you are about to read below.

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Human spoken language is estimated to be tens of thousands of years old—likely over 100,000—while written language is only about 5,000 years old.

Written language is a game changer—enabling us literate humans to communicate thoughts to the future.

Which is amazing!

But what of it?

Depends on what we wish to communicate.

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Imagine you can write a note to future generations.

What would you want to convey?

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Me? Here is mine:

Beloved,

Lean into love.

See if you can love more today than yesterday.

Love yourself. Love others. Love more.

Stop rushing.

Slow down.

Be kind.

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What not-perfectly-polished message would you send?

(You might start it as a letter so you don’t stare at a blank page.)

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Truth Matters

I am standing in Kenya, with my left foot in the Northern Hemisphere and my right foot in the Southern. A line on the ground indicates the equator. Young men—asking for nothing, but hoping for tips—entertain and educate tourists, like me, about the Coriolis effect. They pour water into bowls with small holes at the bottom and let the water

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Stuff Gets To Me

✧✧✧ As I pack up to leave after my workout, someone asks me, “Hey, Rabbi, how are things going?” I’m not one for small talk. Especially after being called by my title. “Well,” I reply. “I’m sad.” “Why?” “I’m thinking about the girls who went to school in the morning in Minab, Iran—over a hundred of them—killed by a bomb.”

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My Letter to Habakkuk

✧✧✧ To my dearest pen pal, Habbakuk: First, let me say, no one remembers the prophets who did not deliver on the goods. Your predictions came true. And, 2500+ years later, you are still remembered. Do you remember Lenny, that guy? Kept going around Judea telling people “the goats will lay down in green pastures,” and, then, remember? It started

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