Michelle Azar

A very difficult, very beatiful night hearing Rachel Goldberg-Polin discuss the “pain letter drenched in love” as she calls her book- When We See You Again. She is both funny and poetic, realistic and very hope filled. Knowing she and her son shared so much, that he knew they were unyielding in their search for him and all the hostages, gave me solace as it did her. This is a testament to the need to use our grief inside art, of any kind.
I am grateful to and all those who brought her to the many, many assembled to honor the love story of Hersh.

Perhaps I spent too much time alone today, or that I was listening to an esteemed panel from Thich Nhat Hanh Foundation teach about compassion, but this scene just broke my heart open.

How do we live in community while pursuing our individuals paths? How to find the balance between home and the open waters?
And how do we decide who and what to follow?

Community matters. Even when all those assembled don’t look like us.

Here we go, San Antonio. All Things Equal: The Life & Trials of Ruth Bader Ginsburg tomorrow night.