This is not the most joyous of holiday emails, I admit. It’s about pain. But it’s also about learning to listen, appreciate, and even love the things we literally can not bear. This may be the most Episcopalian email you will ever receive from me.
This fall, with so much conflict in the world, I have resolved to connect my body with the rhythm and lyrics of live music as much as possible. Rock music has been one of my most useful self-soothing techniques for decades.
I was a young adult on 9/11/01. After watching people walk over the Brooklyn Bridge covered in white plaster, after biking quickly to my old high school to see if the kids needed help, after running to hospitals to try to give blood to people who were dead...
Remember when children who stared out the window during class were considered “bad”?