A word about the current ripples of Jewish trauma. It's as if normal conversation ended weeks ago. The Three Weeks and the Nine Days and all their mournful customs began early, and every day sort of feels like Tisha Be'Av, each moment full loss and unanswerable questions. Jews are deeply vulnerable and have always been, but suddenly the language of the siddur begins to feel more relevant, if unsettling. If only prayer could feel detached from reality once more, if only we could again be forced to endure boring conversation, if only we could reclaim our hearts and re-enter the sacred everyday. Please God, return to us the capacity to imagine beyond the right now into tomorrow.