I am out in the back with the kids. They are playing with water and mud. Slippery and covered in childhood memories. The hot afternoon california Summer sun dancing on their faces with rays of youthful sparkles. I am playing Pixies. The bluetooth speaker vibrating in the cup holder of my camp chair. “Hey! Been trying to meet you... Oooo ooo oooo ooo ooo…” Memories of cold nights on platform shoes, outside the clubs in Jerusalem of the 90’s. [...]
We are marked by these days of uncertainty and instability. Coiling and uncoiling through this dissolutionary and possibly profoundly evolutionary phase, as we ride the waves of the unknown. Shattered and shaped and reshaped by the unusual movements of the earth beneath our feet. We are all trying to figure out how to stand, as this is a whole new ground. And it isn’t yet formed. There is no way to not be affected by the experiences of this year. [...]
In these last few months we have been given one opportunity after another to look at who we are, to ask ourselves who we want to become, to view the way things have been, and to reconsider our participation in this world. In one way or another, we have been forced to pause. We have been invited into a space of self reflection. In this pause we get to ask. We get to not know. We get to [...]
The times we live in. This world. Crisis. Crisis within crisis. Hope. Anger. Injustice. Hopelessness. Pandemic. The individual. The collective. The cosmos. Relationships. Humanity. Past. Present. Future. It’s complicated. It’s entangled. It’s complex. Humans want to simplify things. Humans created a creator so that they can explain creation. The universe is so vast and ungraspable, and humans want to be able to “get it.” We want things to be black or white. (pun intended) It’s much easier [...]
The kids have been climbing on a tree in the back of the house. Before Covid, we never considered our back area to be a back yard. It’s where we park the cars. And have a garage we use for storage. We share the space with our landlady. There are a few plants out there. And three young trees by the side of the house. Since the beginning of Quarantine we’ve been parking the cars on the street. The [...]
I clearly feel the transformation. It’s slow but hot. Smokey and non-linear. I can’t help but seeing the opportunity that this crisis holds in its hands. “Here,” It says. “It’s not gonna seem like a gift. In fact, there’s gonna be some hell to burn through. But if you seize the opportunity, and unwrap the outer layers, and after a lot of suffering for a lot of people, you will unpack the box, you will find some new seeds [...]
How are you feeling these days? Are you sinking into this time? Are you flowing with it? Rolling with the punches? Itching to spring out of it? Dreading what awaits on the other side? I find myself NOT wanting to go back to “normal.” Ever since quarantine began, I have been less stressed, less depressed, less on edge. I feel guilty about it because so many people are suffering. I miss my parents and my sister [...]
We’re in this together. My actions are woven into your airways. We’re in this together. Your lungs and mine - breathing each other’s fate. We’re in this together. Your actions directly influence my pulse. We’re in this together. My life and yours. We’re in this together. Which is why it pains me when I encounter carelessness and insensitivity. When so clearly greed is the leading force behind so much of our world. When it seems like for some people, others [...]
From Quarantine Queen, Mindful Mother, Domestic Dame, Goofy Goddess, Mama Magic, to: “SHUT THE FUCK UP EVERYONE, AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” Waves. Cycles. Spirals. Patient. Present. Strong. Stable. Fluid. Fun. Bitchy. Broken. Sensitive. Stuck. Wavering. Wondering… When I rock the covid (the new lifesty, not the virus), I feel grounded and giving - a source of support. A resource of steadiness. A sorceress - alchemizing the situation. Bending the boundaries to tend with tenderness [...]
40 years in the desert, they walked. Escaping slavery. Making life move in barren land. Lost? That’s the word on the street. But there was freedom in that. They had to keep on walking. In search for the Mother Land. New life on old grounds. An opportunity to recreate themselves. 40 years in the desert, so that the generation that knew slavery will not step on the soil of the ancestors, as it opens itself up to the feet [...]
