Being somber

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FeelDiscomfort
Take a moment to get in touch with your gut when you reflect on the tragedy that happened at the Boston marathon.
When I do, I feel a deep, terrifying void.
Oh, how I would rather think about the events, seek answers and try to make sense.
My gut is so uncomfortable about the horrors of the human condition. My gut is so uncomfortable about the senseless killing, the death of innocents, the disruption to peaceful gatherings.
Oh, please help me to stay in the feelings so that I can develop compassion and mercy. Let me feel my feelings so I can stay connected to my humanity and to those who are directly suffering. My thoughts won’t solve what happened. But our empathy and feelings can make us more connected to our fragile, connected human experience. We can be with the parents of that 8 year old who was killed, we can sit with the terror of those reverberating from the blasts, we can be with those who responded and are still responding. We can be human BEINGS together.
With love,
i best

Refractory Anxiety

I am supposed to arrive at the wedding rehearsal at 4 p.m. I planned on arriving 15–20 minutes early. Because I don’t like being late. However, I took a wrong turn. At the intersection of the I-5 South and the I-405 South, I went the wrong way. Now, I’ll have to turn around in a mile and a half and

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No words. No words.

To offset our discomfort about our upcoming visit to the Terezín (in German: Theresienstadt) concentration camp/ghetto, Emmett and I fall into making dark jokes. Gallows humor. “Do you think they still give free tattoos upon arrival?” “Want to wear matching pajamas for our tour?” Dark, ugly jokes.  Because reality is just too overwhelming. The feelings are too overwhelming. So we

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Has anyone seen my keys?!

Jane and the kids misplace keys. Not me. I don’t. I always return my key to the keyrack. That’s where they go. When the key isn’t on the hook, which happens from time to time, I find it on some surface in the house. Usually, the kitchen table. Then, without fanfare, I pick it up, hang it up, and restrain

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77% Weekly Newsletter
77% Weekly Newsletter