the wild gardener Two truths diverged in a yellow wood, and I, seeing Leo continue down his, turned towards mine with a boundless joy
An exploration of love Email to Leo in response to his messages on March 23 and 25 Dear Leo, It’s early morning here in California, outside the sky is black and a set
A cozy quarantine-retreat in Jerusalem There is nowhere to go, nothing to do. Today is a lazy day in Jerusalem and I am on day 10 of quarantine.
Breaking free of ice There is nowhere to go, nothing to do. Today is a lazy day in Jerusalem and I am on day 2 of a self-imposed quarantine.
Imagining home in the redwoods Imagining my own home, nestled in the redwoods, deeply rooted in the earth. A stream trickles by on its way to the ocean not far away. The space is safe, cozy, full of light and nature, a space for true rest and creativity.
To become a butterfly Reflecting on metamorphosis after a session with Leo in Vienna To become a butterfly, let go of your desire to be anyone but yourself. Notice the wings sewn onto your
Leading with vulnerability Making agreements with Charlotte Slowly, slowly the barriers come down between two hearts. It is a process of committing to deep vulnerability and humility, to being slow to act on
Lifting fog Turning to the practice A fog has lifted inside of me by turning to the practice, music stirring a peace and settledness in my body that I've been
Investing in the world I want to see I agree to pour my heart into actualizing Tamkeen regardless of whether I receive a visa to enter Israel Palestine.
Crates of flowers I agree to offer a gentle embrace to the anxiety arising in my coaching relationship with Leo.
On returning to Palestine sans visa I’m afraid to get to the border only to be told that I don’t belong, to go back to where I’m from. I’m afraid of what
Co-creating a safe container to enable true presence Documenting my agreements for my coaching relationship with Leo, as they become foundational for relationships throughout my life
Taking shelter in the warm sand You are here with me, dear child. You are safe from the dangers of the world. It’s okay to turn your superhero cape into a blanket, to come in from running along the water’s edge. Sometimes, the bravest thing is to admit that the waves are scary and you need refuge here on the beach.
The pain of silence Pain of my father's silence, of being home without being seen, let me scoop you up from the place where I buried you. Out in the graveyard, in the cold silky earth, buried in a row of other pains long ignored.
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Welcome home (to 2020) There is no perfect offering. All you can do is meet the moment as you are. You are enough. I am enough. When I touch the enoughness within my body, I open to the beauty in me and around me.
This is it Life is short. If not now, when will I choose happiness? When will I say yes to love and growth, despite fear of abandonment and loss? If not now, when?
Inhabiting a body of joy Subject: Leo, you won’t believe what’s happened in the past week I can’t remember exactly how that subject line went, but here goes: The energy in my
On thinking big Today, during a meeting in the French Hill kicking off a new project in Issawiya, I found myself explaining a mentality of scarcity to my partners: Let's start by assuming we can work for free.
A bowl of soup You are invited into this house of love, Melanie. Come, wash your hands and sit down for a bowl of soup. It is cozy and warm inside, and the water is delightfully cool at the kitchen sink. The fixtures are metal, solid, glimmering.
Openness Aware of the suffering created by fanaticism and intolerance, we are determined not to be idolatrous about or bound to any doctrine, theory, or ideology, even Buddhist ones. We are committed to seeing the Buddhist teachings as guiding means that help us develop our understanding and compassion.
Being with the void I am afraid of what happens when everything stops and I’m left in this void, alone, with me. Immediately my hands rush to fill the gap, twitching to open the New York Times, Ha’aretz, Whatsapp, Telegram.
