This layering of historical events onto a single day of mourning invites us to add our own personal losses to the sea of sadness and to have our pain held by our community. Channeling our imaginings of the intense despair that was felt when the entire, elaborate system of community, security, and connection to Gd collapsed before our ancestor’s eyes when the Temples were destroyed, we have the opportunity to recall the moments of collapse in our own lives. The moment of falling apart, before it is clear if and how we will ever again be made whole.
Summer 2010. I am in Indonesia. None of my doctors are on the same page, but they all agree that something is wrong. One Saturday my shoulder freezes at the joint and I can’t lift it more than four inches from my side without excruciating pain. A few days later a cold starts, exhaustion and [...]