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Posted on Dec 17, 2014 | 3 comments

Utterly Broken- Day 1 Stretching Class- Solo Healing Journey, India

Utterly Broken- Day 1 Stretching Class- Solo Healing Journey, India

I’ve spent years avoiding the pain. Not sitting this way, getting up from that, moving just so to avoid feeling the almost constant pain that is, and now, today, that first two-hour stretching class on that clothed-off roof, and I pushed into the pain. I played with the pain, I invited the pain. It hurts and I want to move to not hurt, and Haim is standing behind me, holding me up ‘like a wall,’ he said, and making me stay in pain. Making me stay in it. “I don’t want to do this!” I scream inside. And he’s still there telling me that I can. “BUT I DON’T WANT TO!” (to myself) and the tears are rolling down my face. Miranda: “5, 6, 7, and 8, ” and Haim, “Look you couldn’t do that three minutes ago. You’re doing it now!” I want pizza, I want sex! The latter even more than the former. I’m a caged tiger. I want to avoid this, drown it, forget it,  consume...

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Posted on Dec 7, 2014 | 4 comments

First Evening Back in Goa, India- So Much Love That- Part of the Nomadic Family World Travel Hits the Road Again

First Evening Back in Goa, India- So Much Love That- Part of the Nomadic Family World Travel Hits the Road Again

so, the flights were not terribly fun. back hurt, was hard to get comfortable in any position, and an unexplainable volume of adorable yet terribly screaming and crying indian children. so, i’m exhausted and ran out of food and wasn’t feeling so hot for a bit. but, other than that minor anicca’ing. i cannot believe how perfectly wonderful everything is falling perfectly into place for me. when i came out of the airport in goa, miranda and ringo’s adorable driver was waiting for me with a sign. soooo cute! i love being greeted with a sign! as we drove closer and closer, i kept recognizing the hospital, this area of curving road with beautifully shaded trees, and just the feeling, madness, and exotic excitedness that omg! i’m really back here in india. i feel so lucky! and all afternoon and evening, as i drove around to see barbara, shankar (from the fruit stand), shanti (she sends dahnya her love), palavi (sends all of you her love) from vidya aranya,...

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Posted on Sep 1, 2014 | 2 comments

Lost and Found & Love is the Key- Macaron Yuvasi Otel, Ayvalik, Turkey, SmallHotels.com.tr

Lost and Found & Love is the Key- Macaron Yuvasi Otel, Ayvalik, Turkey, SmallHotels.com.tr

And in my last post in Macaron Konagi I shared some of the dark clouds of parenting. Sometimes, when you are just not sure you are doing anything right. We got lost. All of us. Got lost in the hubbub of motion and lost the core, which for me right now is simple: health and family. Yes we lost it (as we often do), and then, and then, and then we found it again. That’s kind of life if you think about it, lost and found, lost and found, clear and unclear, know and clueless, and all the hues of laughter and joy, crying and sadness that fall in between. Welcome to Lost and Found, and the answer, that always, always, always Love is the Key.   The Difference Between Feeling Alive and Not Who We Are and Love is the Key This heart from the Macaron Konagi garden says it all. The softness of it all. Any thoughts? Yes, love? Lost and found? Been there? Got out of...

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Posted on Jun 5, 2014 | 36 comments

Wings and Roots- Euphoric Chatterings of Just Arriving Home- Jerusalem, Israel

Wings and Roots- Euphoric Chatterings of Just Arriving Home- Jerusalem, Israel

It is over. It is over. It is over. Or it is? Is it ever really over? Even when we die, is it over? I happen to think not. I think we continue, our souls or our energy, and our love. The love continues, transmits and transforms, morphs and mutates into something else that continues, yes, in some other form, but does not die. And so, we have arrived home, to our tribe, and damn it feels good. We thought it would be so hard; we suspected it would be some tragic end, and yet, what we found is love in more color and tears and beauty that we could have remembered. “The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots and the wings.” – Denis Waitley Well, we’ve given them wings, dear God, they have wide-spanned, glittery-white, hugely-feathered wings that know that in any country in this world they can get along, create community, and find love. But roots? Kobi and I left the US July...

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Posted on May 25, 2014 | 3 comments

RTW Kind Souls, Fresh Turkish Bagels, and Sprained Ankles- Istanbul Apartment Home Holiday Lettings Pashas House, Turkey

RTW Kind Souls, Fresh Turkish Bagels, and Sprained Ankles- Istanbul Apartment Home Holiday Lettings Pashas House, Turkey

And so the love affair continues but if you haven’t read it yet, everything else here may appear out of context so I suggest you take a look at how we went from murder to love affair first.  And so everything we’d ever expected was over-satisfied and our hearts were touched beyond what we could have imagined. It’s like there was a team of loving Polish mothers worrying about us and taking care of us each step of the way. And so, these two videos just show snapshots of that love affair and how deeply we are grateful for yet another pair of angels guiding us on our way. Think you know anything? Travel the world and find out that you don’t know NUTTIN! Fresh Turkish Bagels Delivered with Love     Beautiful Souls and Sprained Ankles   You can see our first Turkish home with Holiday Lettings Pashas House for yourself. And… ARE YOU READY? Owner Barbaros was so delighted by the way we lead our life and inspire others and was...

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Posted on Apr 25, 2014 | 8 comments

From Murder to Love Affair- Our New Turkish Apartment Home-  Holiday Lettings Pashas House- Istanbul, Turkey

From Murder to Love Affair- Our New Turkish Apartment Home- Holiday Lettings Pashas House- Istanbul, Turkey

So, we get an email confirming our stay at Holiday Letting’s Pashas House and think, “if the Muslims don’t kill us, this should be nice.” You know we’ve had My Muslim Mother, fear of Islamic terrorism, hating missionaries, and this blog’s most famous post about knowing nothing, all which has shaken up everything we know. And still, we were wary. What if the residents live with us? Can we be our loud shameless selves or do we need to tiptoe and try to scream at the kids in low-Hebrew tones so that they won’t know we’re Israeli/American Jews and murder us? Deep breath. Angels have kept us safe so far, and thus they will continue to, and yet, we didn’t expect our hosts to be the very angels we hoped would wrap us in their pearly-white featured sanctuary. Welcome to Holiday Letting’s Pashas House and all that we never expected. From the minute the taxi dropped us off, we felt love. The minute. Ali meets us in the street...

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