A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
Can I maintain my soft stillness in the midst of a loud cacophony of other voices?
Losing stuff, mean people, hair in my food... I rant a bit. And hope for something better.
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
From now on, I eat my bread washed down with gratitude.
Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
This Hanukkah, the world is upside down. Let's flip the script.
Rachel's new RHPFF award-nominated poetry & dance video.
And other Yom Kippur tips for embracing our imperfect selves.
A poem about crazy glimpses of alternate realities, and my desire to reach beyond my world, into something new.
