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Posted on Jun 2, 2016 | 1 comment

Dead Lizards, Gardens, and Being Home in the Sun

Dead Lizards, Gardens, and Being Home in the Sun

So I unsuccessfully tried to sweep up his bleeding body with a dustpan as Ash (cat number 3 1/2) got distracted chewing up the still-thrashing tail. I took the distraction as my chance and screwed that up royally. In my hysterical effort to try and save the dying lizard, I bashed his head into the wall and did succeed in dropping his now limp body onto the what was once our grassy lawn. Oh well. That’s that. I’ve since then mopped the entire house [note bloody remains all over floor in next picture], picked my nose, made organic rice with grapeseed oil and regular rice with canola oil (taste test of health for my family). I’ve cuddled with Kitty Cat (cat number 1) as he ate and listened to Kobi’s conclusions from the article he read about how the body actually sucks minerals out of himself in order to digest white sugar. Earlier, I was pulling out weeds, admiring our broccoli and lettuce (and that glorious huge snail to...

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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 Jul 2, 2015 | 2 comments

Only the Rich Can Afford Long Term Family Travel- The Day Before We Become The Nomadic Family Again

Only the Rich Can Afford Long Term Family Travel- The Day Before We Become The Nomadic Family Again

People usually assume that the money just rains on us, pours over of like crystal lemonade; that we must be very, very rich to have traveled the world for three and half years. Whenever I hear or see a family travel, my first thought is also that they just have a lot of money. Otherwise, they would be back home (like the rest of us) working their butts off to just get by. We’ve written tons about the money issue [check out the Afford Family World Travel category] and how we are not rich [financially] and how we have all of these unreal tricks and secrets we discovered on the road that enable long-term travel. And so, now that we’re three days away from Nomadic Family life, again, we are asked cool things like: Where are you going this summer? What’s the plan? For how long? How in the world do you afford this?  Do Tell. So, here’s the answers plus a few words about what’s up around here...

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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 24, 2015 |

The Unreal Joys of Domesticated Life- Feeling at Home Within- Israel

The Unreal Joys of Domesticated Life- Feeling at Home Within- Israel

Kobi’s still out and about backpacking the world as the man on a mission to be just by himself and we’re settling into normalcy with grace and joy and wisdom. We’re enjoying our home, not going anywhere much, doing tons of art activities, and falling in love (over and over again) with our beloved Kitty Cat. We’re also finding great joy and inspiration, great strength in inner calmness and purpose in working in the garden. We’ve got all sorts of exciting things happening in our domesticated slice of heaven. In the fruit tree department, we’ve added red pomela, pomegranate, and one other I can’t recall to the peach and apricot trees that will bring us fruit for the first time this summer, and the lemon, mandarin, and clementine trees that we’ve enjoyed this year. We’ve got flowers of such grace and beauty that bring us joy daily as we awe in their constant growth and change, their color, and how they, and everything else in that yard, sways in...

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Posted on May 15, 2015 |

Middle School Sucks and Finally, When Your Head’s Above Water- K8, Israel

Middle School Sucks and Finally, When Your Head’s Above Water- K8, Israel

She walks into that middle school a mere shadow of who she is. She fidgets and pulls at her clothing, here and there, pulls her hair back tight, like she does to her personality- tightly wound, within, unable to breathe and express herself, and, yes, the second she walks into her den, she tears all them walls down. She roars and marks her domain and will fight to the death anyone who dares even walk near her when she feels she can let herself out of her own self-inflicted cave. Middle school sucks. I never really shared the details of the bullying she faced, the ugliness of pre-teen girls sometimes, and how badly she was thrown into clueless misery when she walked in so innocently, naively excited to make new friends and find fellow kin to love life with. It hurt too much. I love her so. She is so creative, sincere, smart, beautiful, and brave. So god-damn brave, and still, it hurts me to witness her journey through...

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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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