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Posted on Dec 24, 2015 |

The Non-Christmas Revelations of an Un-Traveler- Nomadic Family World Travel at Home

The Non-Christmas Revelations of an Un-Traveler- Nomadic Family World Travel at Home

I’ve ceremoniously peeled off my sweat-drenched clothing four or five times now knowing that this time, this hot shower, this night I am shedding away this sleepless, achy dread and it’s over. It is now time to return to sunshine and energy, exercise and productivity, joyful motherhood and aliveness, living a passion-filled life and being an active creator of a meaningful daily existence, and yet again, no. No. It’s apparently not that time yet for I’m still here learning all that I am meant to from not-healing, not-doing, not-sleeping, not, not, not. I am learning from my ego bowing to What Is, from The Four Agreements that all my long list of those-who-hurt-me is not meant to be taken personally and that I can release them from my soul (one at a beautiful time). As a temporarily single mom (Kobi is healing in India for two months) I’m learning that my kids are amazing and still I am the designated responsible adult that needs to buy groceries and drive...

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Posted on Jun 21, 2015 | 8 comments

Why Traveling with My Family Again Scares the Shit Out of Me- Why Not to Family World Travel

Why Traveling with My Family Again Scares the Shit Out of Me- Why Not to Family World Travel

We hit the road in less than two weeks and I’m not sure that that is a good thing. We were out of our house for three and a half years and discovered a world of beauty, magic, love, and blessing; and also the darker shades of insanity, depression, stuckness, and sweat. We leave for Sweden, Latvia, Finland, and Estonia for the entire summer, and while I’m really happy to be on the road again with my tribe; I’m also really scared. I’ll explain… This morning (again) was tough, as sometimes family life is. Sometimes it’s tough in a closed, cramped vehicle; sometimes it’s tough in the living room; sometimes (often) [lately, usually] the kids can fight (ferociously) and Kobi and I (against our better wise-parent judgement) get entangled in their drama and in the unpredictable storms of shifting hormones/middle school woes/self-esteem messes/adolescent confusion/sibling rivalry and we drown. Well, I’ll speak for myself. I drown. Highly Sensitive Person I am a highly sensitive person. Always have been; most likely,...

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Posted on May 2, 2015 |

Being a Single Mom, Shifts in Life, & Other Midnight Oil Thoughts- Kibbutz Hanita, Israel

Being a Single Mom, Shifts in Life, & Other Midnight Oil Thoughts- Kibbutz Hanita, Israel

It’s so late and I can’t believe that now, now, at 23:34 I’m sitting down to write. Somewhere between the third dish of charoset (this sweet apple-nut Passover delight), seven kids screaming as they play zombies in this very room, and my eyelids closing; I’m finally writing. Well, at least, I’ve started to. The truth is I must go load the dishwasher, no, (practicing my mental power of positive, meaningful living), no, no, I want to go load the dishwasher and so, I’m off the computer. But, hey, I wrote my first few lines and I want you to know that I have missed writing and have fallen asleep over the last few weeks with many things to tell you on my mind. Four and a half weeks, a parenting breakdown and a half, and losing sight of the tendency of where North might be later; I’m back, and still, with oceans to tell you. Waves of insightful, beautiful, desperate, and simple things have come and gone as I’ve...

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Posted on Mar 15, 2015 |

12 Days Back Home in Israel, 10 Insights from the Home Front- Nomadic Family Reunited

12 Days Back Home in Israel, 10 Insights from the Home Front- Nomadic Family Reunited

12 days back home in Israel and 10 insights that are screaming at me to listen. They have to scream cuz it’s louder here than it was in my home alone in Goa, but not really because my neighbors were this huge mass of vibrating, pulsating, emotional disaster and I would chose my own family chaos (though I am emotionally involved) over their mess any day. So it screams because the decibels in my mind have shifted and sometimes you have to raise your voice (the true one) to be heard over all the other competing chatter. I am in a calmer state than I have been for many years. Yes, I still got chokingly offended and wanted to escape in those two enormous fights Kobi and I managed to get into; yes, I cried and had a panic attack when all three kids whined/begged/demanded of me at the same time when we walked in the door and I didn’t know how to handle that much ‘being wanted’ after...

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Posted on Feb 22, 2015 | 3 comments

Ten Answers to Top Asked The Nomadic Family Questions- World Travel Family Divided

Ten Answers to Top Asked The Nomadic Family Questions- World Travel Family Divided

Life rushes, gushes, crashes, whirls and flows like powerful waves and river currents colliding, and I sit here, observing my own tingling excitement in my chest rise and fall, and I realize that for my last four days in India, I would rather be within, than “without”. I would rather spend time alone in my room, soaking up aloneness than be out there with the lovely community of Goan family and friends I now have. I am about to leave the only time in my life that I have lived alone, for my loud, dramatic, and perfectly buzzing family, and four weeks after that, as Kobi goes backpacking for two months, to single motherhood. I believe the best way for me to embrace that shift is to be silent. In between these last errands, shipping, saying goodbye; I will spend as many moments, no hours, alone, with music, with writing, with being in silence. So, I’ve had more time to be online lately, and have discovered that there are...

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Posted on Jan 30, 2015 | 3 comments

Hate, Judgement, & Wild Rashes- Unexpected Twists of Spiritual Healing Journeys- India

Hate, Judgement, & Wild Rashes- Unexpected Twists of Spiritual Healing Journeys- India

So my face rash is going down, but other things have come up. I haven’t shown you the rashes for my ego freaked out against it. Every cell of my vanity (and there are oceans of em) was against actually posting me looking totally beaten up and deformed. And yet, true to form, if I walk this talk of sharing “the sweaty, teary, and beautiful” than here we go. [Photos in the second half of the post.] I remind myself of the guy from Mask (not the Jim Carey one, the one from 1985 that portrays the true life story of Rocky Dennis , a red head with a massive facial deformity who had a blind girlfriend, and he dies right after he removed the tacks from his map of dreams because the parents forbade her to see him again, and he finally understood that the fight he was fighting to be accepted for who he was, was not going to happen. Oh, such a hard movie!) So, I look like...

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Posted on Dec 24, 2014 | 2 comments

Solitary Misery, Insanity, Blessings & Forever Young- After a Week of Treatments, Solo Healing Journey, India

Solitary Misery, Insanity, Blessings & Forever Young- After a Week of Treatments, Solo Healing Journey, India

  I come home (again) to my neighbors having guests (again). Really? The nerve of them! I’m sinking in the quicksand of my dire loneliness, fighting a war to the bitter death with my demons, holding onto fantasies and memories as if they were the last lifesaver for my drowning misery; and they are fraternizing. God! Have a little respect to those mourning around you, people! They’re so nice, so sweet, so cordial and kind to all, including me. But, damn it, I’m playing monk-in-a-cave, I’m twisting and turning in my own self-inflicted isolation, and you, one paper-thin wall away, and just so happy, happy, so God-damn happy! Solitary Noise Now, bless their dear hearts. I do like them. I do. It’s not their fault the Indian landlord built one house, put in one crappy wall and left a huge space between that wall and the roof  and called it now two. It is this that we share. It’s not their fault that I can hear them in the...

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