Hello friends,
This week has seemed a little extra heavy to me.
It was Holocaust Remembrance Day and the 77th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau on Thursday, January 27th.
Saturday, January 29th marked five years since a terrorist attacked a Quebec City mosque, killing six worshippers and seriously injuring five others following evening prayers. (See how one artist is commemorating the deceased.)
I see sorrow everywhere these days. Yet, I also find myself surprised by joy. The world is indeed “brutiful,” as author Glennon Doyle says. Brutality and beauty co-exist.
The writer and singer Leonard Cohen articulated this paradox so well in his work. This weekend, Annabelle Chvostek released a new, mournful and utterly exquisite rendition of his song “Dance Me to the End of Love.” It has been bringing me some comfort today and I thought you might appreciate it, too.
Until next time, keep dancing,
Shelley
P. S. If you’ve been around here for awhile, you may have read my interview with Annabelle Chvostek in October. If not, you can check it out here.
Heavy is a good word for it, as is the new brutiful. I cannot tell if we are marching forward into better or regressing backwards into brutish. Here's to dancing and learning to fight regression.