I slept deeply and long. I usually waken easily in time for Thursday morning minyan, but today I did not.
I am not sure where this day went...I was blessed to see the chiropractor, who literally put my head on straight; to go across the street for coffee and a piece of spanakopita for breakfast; and to mail two books to an old friend. And there in the pharmacy-with-post-office, I saw another old friend.
When he asked what I was doing these days, I lamented the amount of time spent on line reading of bad news, writing letters, making calls, signing petitions...
He took me aside and said
Now listen: you were working on a book. Calling and writing to politicians will not change the world if you don't do what you must do. What you must do is that thing that only you can do, that is yours alone. And if you do that with all your heart, that will help to change the world.
I came home.
I couldn't quit cold turkey.
But I did finally quit, and went to my study with its window onto the trees in the back garden, and I read through and marked the rest of the pages, from preparing for the first yohrzeit to after it.
And yes, he is right: this is the one thing I can really do, now.
And my appreciation knows no bounds: for all of you who have shared this journey, your presence, parts of your own journeys, and your wisdom and generosity and kindness throughout all these stages.
I thank you so much.
May we rest well, and may shabbos restore us deeply.