Goodbye letter Dear John, I do not want to be in this committed relationship anymore, I am sorry. I am dreading having to tell this to you in person and to see
For you, John I open up slowly, like a flower unfurling her petals Letting go of the fear of being seen, relaxing into the Sweet cascade of your fingers skimming over each Region
For you, J I open up slowly, like a flower unfurling her petals letting go of the fear of being seen, relaxing into the sweet cascade of your fingers skimming over each region
fuck the practice Today, throw a tantrum, rage at every Fucking thing you hate Let the axe fall hard into the ground, Fuck you fuck this fuck everything Allow yourself to feel everything.
Axe My body sings with power heat, sex, lustful for destruction, taking The axe arcs through the air, from the ground, past my left shoulder, singhing the air with the force
Fuck you, world I have to say, I am fucking angry at the state of the world. People of plenty, why are you polluting the oceans, consuming resources like crazy, acting as if
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
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
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.
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
Anger in a secluded forest There is a place, out where nobody can find me, where I go to nurse my wounds and cry. Let us go to that place now, weaving past mountains of fear and remorse, to a secluded forest.
