By Rachel Zamist | May 13, 2021
Prior to getting words to paper, thoughts ruminate in my mind for many weeks. It took some time to formulate, and a couple of days of procrastinating, to flesh out the comparison of a board game to my sefira chart and, really, my life. Often words flow easier when there is some conflict, either personal or national, that I’m trying to make sense of. When I heard the news of the tragedy in Meron, my immediate selfish reaction was, “How is this going to affect what I had in mind to write?”
Initially I sort of felt numb and couldn’t relate to any of the news. Hours later the news hit closer to home as the names of the kedoshim were names I recognized.
Most of the time, December hits and I don’t even consider it to be the end of the year. We’re still smack in the middle of the school year, it’s cold outside and there is no sense of anything ending. This year, almost everyone I know feels completely differently. It’s as if January and February of 2020 didn’t exist and we want straight into corona life. While many are so very grateful that we have made so much progress since those scary days of March and April, this global pandemic is not over yet. We still know people who are sick and others who are very much still navigating the repercussions of those early months. I am thankful that the pandemic has had minimal personal impact on my life, which I am eternally grateful to Hakadosh Baruch Hu. But there is one thing that seems to persist: too much information.