I’ve done a good job of working myself into a panicked frenzy about the state of the world (read here as “the climate” and “American politics”) over the last few days, and found myself feeling really hopeless. I generally make an effort to be Pollyanna-ish about life, the universe, and everything, but that has been a struggle lately. This evening, though, we went across town to the reformed shul to participate in a vigil honoring the victims of the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh. The turn out was remarkable. Feeling apart of the community did me a lot of good. I wouldn’t say I’m hopeful, but I’m feeling like I am not alone which counts for a lot.
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