A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
The power of silence, the limits of words... in essay form.
And why should I? I’m only 37. My oldest child is only eight. I have so much to learn, and sense that even if I’m fortunate enough to gain wisdom, there will always be so much more that I do not know.
I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
If there's one thing I love, it's sweet-talking plants. Tu B'Shvat Sameach!
2018, my optimism is as great as my fear. Be glorious, and grow no more.
Deep yet funny questions from an insecure yet ravenously curious person.
Losing stuff, mean people, hair in my food... I rant a bit. And hope for something better.
