deluge of tenderness
a short note
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I’ve journaled so much about Gaza lately, trying to process a level of devastation that is incomprehensible.
I feel lucid in the depth of my anguish and crazy on the bus and at the grocery store. Picking up oatmeal, thinking of Nuseirat.
While there’s a desire to share, when I’m honest with myself I know that a deeper part of me wants to keep these expressions private… sometimes the articulation of grief asks for a witness of one.
So instead, a poem instead by Adrienne Rich:
My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
so much has been destroyed
I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,
with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world
May we feel safe and open to be overcome by the deluge of tenderness and grief whenever it decides to visit.
With no extraordinary power, may we reconstitute the world.
