In the United States we have reached a sad milestone of 100,000 deaths from the COVID19 virus. It is hard to put one’s mind around such a figure but every night at 7pm I go to my window and cheer for the essential workers who have been stalwart in their efforts on the frontlines.
To honor the passing of those and the grief of their loved ones left behind I offer the words of an eighteenth century Buddhist nun, Otagaki Rengetsu. Rengetsu became a Buddhist nun at the age of thirty after burying two husbands, all of her children, her stepmother and stepbrother. Her elegant expression of grief and wisdom may bring some comfort.