A few months ago, an acquaintance of mine slipped on some rocks while on vacation in Hawaii, fell into a river and drowned, dying tragically at the age of 32. Last week, her mother committed suicide.
There’s no adequate response to tragedies like these — no consolations. But at times like these I’m grateful that I’m involved in the work of healing, helping, showing up, making art and trying to do activist work that helps, somehow. I’m grateful to be a rabbi and meditation teacher. My Buddhist and Jewish sides agree: There is no making sense of the radical impermanence of life. But there are ways to live in response to it.
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