The exhaustion is hitting differently today. Like, dripping down these old ancestral bones, exhausted. We've been holding ourselves up. Holding one another. For so many years. For so many lives. The waves of brokenhearted grief washing over, and then over again. All in the name of inexhaustible love for this life.

What I do want to say right now is thank you, from the depths of me, for calling and texting and holding space while I (and so many of us) crawl out from the darkness to regain some capacity for exhale. I don't feel alone and I pray you don't either.

(Written in the week following the Pittsburgh Tree of Life synagogue shooting)