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Posted on Jun 10, 2017 |

The Undertones of Change- Spring in Northern Israel

The Undertones of Change- Spring in Northern Israel

So much has transpired since we’ve last met… so much that it’s odd to try to encapsulate it. The shortest version would go something like: almost normal, blessed, family life with three teenagers. The longer version would kinda hinge on an insane juxtapositioning of words like: remarkable, unbelievable children and parental worry that we’re helping them reach their best versions of themselves; new flowers in the garden, organic winter veggies thriving, and I got an orchid!; self-induced social isolation (inward depth and introspection) and new international friends; teaching groups bringing me inspirational joy, new projects, new traditions, exercise and family togetherness; cuddly cats and reading in bed; financially living off of miracles and inspiration and doing things we’re excited and passionate about that leave us available to both be active and there in our kids’ lives and [more or less] it almost seems to work; growing, learning, loving, laughing, falling, learning that much more, and so grateful for the entire beautiful mess of our lives…. Do come inside. Aleph Though...

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Posted on Nov 3, 2016 |

Teenage Turmoil & Our Tel Aviv Family Vacation

Teenage Turmoil & Our Tel Aviv Family Vacation

1:47 a.m. ain’t what it used to be. I still love the utter silence, the aloneness, the ability to focus on the only thing making noise in the house- my fingers tapping on the keys. That part of my night-owl-ness I can still connect to. We’re leaving tomorrow for a week-long Israeli road trip and all the doubts of traveling again with my family make swallowing a real endeavor. We found the cutest little Airbnb five minutes walk from the beach. Awesome sponsors ready to make the Tel Aviv portion of the trip beyond kick-ass. Family, friends, and maybe even my long-lost cousins. All real woo-hoo-able. I think it’s the fighting around here lately that is bringing up all my fears and doubts about being in a closed vehicle or closed quarters with my kids. Like it or not, technology and having their own rooms have made our teenage-bursting home life more bearable when the shit hits the fan. Explode and then scatter, each to his own distraction corner....

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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 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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