Author: iamronen

  • Mario Batkovic / Accordion

    I’ve never really liked the accordion. In my consciousness, it was dominated by a metallic sound and an association with folk music which have never appealed to me. But THIS … I still can’t decide if he made the instrument disappear or presented it in all its glory. This feels like an accordion doing what…

  • Balance

    via Bonnitta Roy

  • A gift from the mushrooms?

    I came out of practice and went to the kitchen to take the next step in bread preparation. I was mixing the dough when Iulia stepped out of her room. This was our first encounter of the day. I stepped back from tending to the bowl on the counter and turn to face Iulia. I…

  • 5.5 grams

    On June 22nd I finally experienced psychedelic mushrooms. I’d been thinking about it for a couple of years. The previous day I was having yet another “dead-end” day with Iulia and I wanted to look into that. But I awoke to the potential late in the day. My stomach was full with dinner. I was…

  • Aphantasia?

    This came to me via Bonnitta Roy: When I shared this with Sunni she asked me if I feel I have this … and this was my answer: I am not sure that “it” is really a thing. I do not trust the dichotomies of “it-ness” that mechanistic thinking likes to assume and impose. I…

  • Yeshayahu Leibowitz: A Right to Land

    Here is a rough translation because there are no subtitles in this short video (from its quality I place it in the 60’s or 70’s) an Israeli asks Leibowitz, an Israeli philosopher, a question: I am a farmer who owns lands. What do I tell my Arab neighbor who tells me, in good spirit, that…

  • Choking on my past?

    Choking on my past?

    I wrote this partial post back in mid-January 2021. When I started it I had a feeling I may never finish it, and indeed I haven’t. Shortly after aborting it I did write a letter to my family on the same subject. But this post stayed with me. I have no desire to resume writing…

  • Seeing Samkhya

    Today I launched a website about my exploration of the Samkhya Karika text. It is one of the ancient Indian philosophies and the metaphysical ground upon which Yoga rests. The text has 73 verses that outline 25 principles that constitute Samkhya. I am creating a generative summary for each verse along with a painting.

  • ההיסטוריה המלאה שלנו

    שלום משפחה, כנראה שכבר שיתפתי את חלקכם ב- “המלצה” הזו. אך אני מרגיש צורך לחזור עליה ואולי לנסות להדגיש את ערכה. הקישור יוביל אתכם לסדרה של 6 פרקים (שביחד מכסים כמעט 24 שעות!) של podcast המספר את סיפורה של ארץ ישראל: http://www.martyrmade.com/fear-loathing-in-the-new-jerusalem/ הסיפור דומה מאוד לסיפור שקיבלתי כשהייתי תלמיד בתיכון. אך הסיפור גם שונה. קודם…

  • Yoga Practice – Winter 2020/21

    This feels like a long-overdue update. A few months ago I had in mind a post with more “graphs” to illustrate the shifts in my practice, more details about the practice, and my breath, but that never came to be. Now I have only a slight inclination to write … so this will be brief…

  • I Shakuhachi – December 25, 2020: Love’s Impurities

    I Shakuhachi – December 25, 2020: Love’s Impurities

    my silence is the sound of a cleansing firethat burns through impurities that arisewithin a love that binds us

  • Mixing Paint

    Mixing Paint

    Over the last couple of months, I’ve settled back into painting with gouache paints. It took me time to warm up to brushes, to the different viscosities of paint, and to mixing colors … and to find something to paint (more on that soon I hope). As anyone who mixes colors can attest, it is…

  • The Madame Butterfly Effect

    This podcast episode on ripples through history by Daryl Cooper is a gem … if I could, I would hand him my “podcast episode of the year” award! “Why were there Japanese people in an Israeli airport killing Puerto Rican Christians to support Arabs who hated Jews?” Daryl Cooper – Martyrmade Podcast A German named…

  • I Shakuhachi – December 10, 2020: Be Soft

    I Shakuhachi – December 10, 2020: Be Soft

    I’ve been feeling out of tune for a few days … and this morning the Shakuhachi spoke that to me. Broken breath and off-pitch … I accepted and continued to breath into it … accepting and invitng soft resonance … no explorations … just vibration … I wasn’t expecting it to anywhere … and then…