“begin every session confessing that I do not know how to pray, what to pray, or when to pray. Still, I do yearn to pray and not because I’m pious but because I’m unpredictable and I’m in pain and I’m homesick and I’m in love and I’m angry. I am overwhelmed with gratitude at the impossibility of life’s goodness while being simultaneously enraged by the injustice of it all. I tell them, simply, that it’s all got to go somewhere, all the little paper cuts and seismic tears in our reality, the love we feel for our children and the bloodlust for our enemies, it all sits in our soul, simmering, demanding attention. It will find its way out, one way or another.”