ou just never know whence the lessons of the daily mourning ritual will come. On this day of finally returning home to “kaddish in two-part harmony” as usual, Kjersti reminded us both that there are more important things than bereavement, prayers, and music.
This was a Kaddish recorded only because I said I would record one every day for a year no matter. Hardest one so far.
A modest Kaddish for a modest cat. Lyra, may you rest in peace.
Once again I’m likely to have some trouble keeping the daily podcast posts timely while I’m traveling in Asia. I’ll continue making the daily recordings on the day, with days defined by local time, but transferring iTalk recordings from iPad or iPhone to my work Dell and then dealing with Audacity to process mp3s and […]
A jetlagged Kaddish recorded from my room in a peaceful sanctuary of a ryokan, Yoshimizu Ginza in Tokyo.
A kaddish for all the sons and daughters Japan has lost and will continue losing in the aftermath of this devastation, whose enormous universal scale I cannot comprehend, whose personal scale is also enormous in its minute detail. On how we use scale-slipping to cope with tragedy. A reply to Mira’s kaddish one daughter at a time.
I’ve been picturing the devastation. I was thinking about Tunisia when Egypt happened. Thinking about Egypt and Tunisia when Yemen and Bahrain started to unravel. Thinking about Yemen and Bahrain, Egypt and Tunisia, when Libya grabbed my attention. I was still desperately seeking more news on the little country that ‘started it all.’ Tunisia holds […]