I've been avoiding this for a while now, thinking I wouldn't need to take such measures. However, I've come to accept that the only way forward is to be honest with myself. My creative spirit is broken; distraught with grief. I need to take more time to sit with my pain, to find my creativity again, to let my soul ache and languish the loss of the beautiful life of my uncle. I think I've been trying so hard to press forward, I never stopped to ask myself if I should. My grief has at ...
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From Mourning to Joy
This past year is coming to an end, at least on the Jewish calendar, and that means I have been reminiscent, as one does when they assess their lives before the chagim, or holidays. For us, for Israel, this past year has been tinged, if not saturated, with sorrow and grief. Since October 7, our lives have never been the same. There have been days where my grief was near inconsolable, where I wandered through the day like a phantom, feeling more a shadow of myself than anything real or ...
