What the people of Japan are facing today, after an earthquake of historic magnitude and a towering wall of water crashing over them in its wake, really puts things in perspective. Neighborhoods washed out to sea, more than one thousand feared dead, aftershocks, people roaming homeless, searching for their relatives, two nuclear plant leaking radioactive steam. My own preoccupations seem very small today. The dimensions of the disaster are still unfolding. (And I'm lying. I'm still spiraling. Still lost in the weeds. Other people's grief only makes it larger and more cosmic, more forgivable to cry.) Whispering a prayer.