We are living in surreal times, in historic times, in miraculous times. These are days we will one day speak about to our children and grandchildren. We are witnessing events that we will recount at Pesach Seders and Chanukah and Purim celebrations. These are moments that feel touched by something beyond us, as if the world itself is leaning toward redemption. It feels messianic, as though something hidden is beginning to reveal itself.
At the same time, it feels raw and unpolished, rooted in the nitty gritty of real life, full of earthiness, moodiness, roughness, and sharp edges. We are still human. We are still living on this earth. There is so much to be grateful for, so many open miracles and quiet kindnesses. There is also so much we are still trying to process, so much we have not yet had the space or strength to heal from. Some of us have lost loved ones in this war, people whose names and faces we carry with us constantly, who do not leave our thoughts. Others have watched thei…
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