Monthly Archives: March 2022

This is a short entry today…just got back to the States, and I think my brain is in a different time zone! In a recent interview with Glennon Doyle, Brene Brown says, we cannot feel another person’s feelings. Yet all too often, we convince ourselves that we know what another is feeling and we knowContinue reading “What Love Looks Like Today…”

This morning, on our last day in Tel Aviv, I was walking down Ibn Gavirol to meet a friend for coffee, and I passed a class of what looked like ten- or eleven-year-olds on some sort of field trip. Running a bit late, I quickly passed them, until I heard a few of the girlsContinue reading “Crafting the Messy”

When asked why we are here, the late Irish poet John O’Donohue would answer, to love and to learn to receive love. Unconditional love. Love that sees all and beholds all. Love that is grounding. Love that takes flight. Love that is everchanging. And that love is our birthright. Our truest nature. Yet, we oftenContinue reading “Whisper Awake”

I’ve been in Tel Aviv almost three weeks now. It is a world city with all a world city has. It is also smaller than other world cities. In a little over an hour, you could walk through the entire length of the city—from the Arab neighborhoods in Jaffa, through street art-filled Florentin, up-scale NeveContinue reading “And then the Singing…”

Writer Anne Lamott likened grief to a lazy susan; the sadness comes and goes, around and around, fluctuating between deep pain and the conviction that the sun will never rise again, and moments of forgetting, and moments of being ok, and then back again. I think life is like this. Because—it simply isn’t sustainable toContinue reading “Heart Map”

Bob and I went to Jerusalem yesterday to see some friends and meet their new baby. After having a delightful time, we went into the Old City. To the Wall, to pray. There is a lot to pray for right now. So much pain and strife in Ukraine. And as parents, we prayed for ourContinue reading “Walk in Jerusalem”

When my children were babies and they were upset, my first instinct would be to hold them. And I didn’t always ascertain the source of their tears. I think sometimes they just wanted to be held. To cry and release whatever they were feeling. And know they would be held. I think that is whatContinue reading “Cradle Yourself”

Trust your gut. Listen to your heart. How many times have we said this to a loved one or kindred spirit? I’m guessing a few gazillion? But, oh hard it is to practice ourselves! Because in the twitter, soundbite, fast-food culture we live in, we’re not so good at listening. We want action plans andContinue reading “That Gleam of Light”

My husband and I are in Israel for the month—a pre-move to Israel trip, a see our soldier son trip, a get some sunshine but it’s raining today trip. I have been thinking a lot about mothers lately. My mother. Me as mother. My children and their thoughts about me as mother. My friends asContinue reading “Invisible Cloak”

In a recent interview, poet Ada Limon was asked how she feels about writing so vulnerability. She answered, that is where the conversation begins. How beautifully stated. Because conversations flow. They entertain differing perspectives, explore with curiosity, question and challenge. Yet, all too often, I have avoided these internal conversations, for fear that their darknessContinue reading “Where the Conversation Begins…”