ePHRYME returns for another Hevria Session, this time with Turkish Qanun master Tamer Pinarbasi in a song (and a stirring essay as well) that wails for true peace.
Isn’t that what nesting is? A physical manifestation of a promise? A way of convincing ourselves that this time will be different? And it delivered.
I love intense Facebook conversations, until they turn nasty. Then, my friends, I become an unhappy addict.
Mom could be half way to that higher world, like someone having a mystical experience or an NDE. The difference is that her altered state began gradually, and never stops.
This is tale of wanting to fit in. It’s also a tale of how far a person (okay, me) might go to fulfill a specific idea of what fitting in means.
I'm so alone in Brooklyn. Will I ever felt like I did in Israel? Will I ever find a home?
I know that coffee is not healthy for me, but I can't figure out how to quit. Beyond being addicted to it, I love it.
What does it mean to "be yourself"? What can personal transformation teach us about changing the world?
If you had a little tape recorder in my head and pressed record, you’d capture all sorts of stuff. But one thing would emerge - the words I use to talk to myself. And they aren't pretty.
