Monthly Archives: April 2022

I am believing more and more in synchronicity. Yesterday started out a bit rough, and I was processing it all with my morning cup o’ Joe and journaling and listening to my Spotify Discover Weekly playlist. And three songs in, Victory’s You are Extraordinary came on. And instantly I was hooked. I was hooked withContinue reading “You Are Extraordinary”

There can be no genuine beauty or harmony that does not acknowledge the opposite powers of anger, fierceness and destruction…a true spirituality includes all of life’s aspects, not only those we find pleasing or simple, writes Jane Hirshfield. I need to be reminded of this time and time again. Because it’s so easy to configureContinue reading “The Joy that Wanted to Become You”

Earlier this week, one of my children called. Mom, I’m sick; doctor says it’s strep. My response? Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry; that must really be painful. Later that day, I was thinking about our upcoming move to Israel, and it looked somewhat like this: I’m kind of scared…I know we’ve moved a lotContinue reading “Light and Dark”

My heart is swollen. As if a gland,not a muscle, writes Kimiko Hahn in her poem “Utica Station”. A few words into Hahn’s poem, and I’m hooked, right there, remembering times past and feeling—as well—a swollen heart. Hahn’s poem invites us to look deep within. At what and whom we have loved. And lost. AndContinue reading “Flashing through the Storm”

This year Passover begins the evening of Friday, April 15. While traditional Passover dishes are not to my liking (I’m not a fan of matzo!), it is the holidays that most resonates with me. Because Passover is about freedom. I’ve spent most of my conscious life trying to be free. Of my past.  Of pain.Continue reading “Freedom to Choose”

My daughter and I were talking recently about the usefulness of writing. Journaling. Of artistic expression in general. I mean, how can you compare a poem with heart surgery? Or law? Or politics? When I read Meditations in an Emergency by Frank O’Hara I find my answer. In this prose poem, New York School poetContinue reading “Meditations in an Emergency”

I was doing yoga this morning when the doorbell rang. Well, I wasn’t sure it was the doorbell, because I’d only been in this rural Pennsylvania AirBnb for about 12 hours. After the second ring, I went to the door. The landlady Rosie and her son Micah were at the door. She had forgotten somethingContinue reading “Contagious”

The images coming out of Ukraine are horrific. Barbaric. Stories of looting and rape and torture. And Russian soldiers breaking into the homes of the elderly, to steal microwaves and meat grinders. And mass graves. Last night at the Grammys, a pre-recorded video with President Zelensky was played. Tell the truth about the war…support usContinue reading “Not in Silence”