Category: Self
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Born to fight
Michael was overjoyed to see him. No one had known exactly where Isaac was, or if he was going to make it back. Other young men from the kibbutz had been arriving and disappearing into the war, and it seemed there were questions being asked about the ones who still hadn’t shown up. Maybe not…
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Who By Fire – Leonard Cohen, Israel … and I
I’ve been distantly aware that Leonard Cohen visited Israel during the 1973 Yom Kippur war and sang for soldiers in the desert. So I went into this podcast episode about this event with a sense of curiosity. The story is told with care and subtlety and I look forward to reading the book. My curiosity…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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…
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I Shakuhachi – December 1, 2020: Raw & Direct
I woke up with a strain in my back. When I picked up the Shakuhachi the tapping sounds called for me … no warmup breaths, no tuning … but the tapping … which led to breathing. I was playing from and for the strain in my back: Today (the next day), the strain was more…
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My 1st Shakuhachi Decade
It’s been over a decade since I first held the Shakuhachi I currently play. I am making a note of it because I am looking forward to a new chapter in my relationship with it. I’ve had an on-and-off relationship with the Shakuhachi. When I am with it, as I have been for the past…
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Lonely is Better
I have been in Israel for a few days and will be here for a few more. I came because my father injured his spine, went through surgery and is now embarking on a journey of recovery. I came to offer what help and support I can. Before coming here I was in a long…
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Dear Sweet Child of Mine
There’s a mulberry tree here at Bhudeva It has taught me both abundance and harshness There have been years during which it overflowed with sweet fruit There have been years during which young fruits were met with an early harsh frost that with one cold breath consumed the promise of sweetness of the year I…
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Play and Joy
She was so funny in the mornings. Watching her trying to hold both the discipline of sitting for food and her joy at meeting again in the morning. She would jump in the air, do almost a full 360 twist and nail her ass to the ground … sitting at attention. She was the first…
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My Father, in body for 70 Years
and, turs out his original Hungrian name Gyurika means farmer … I thought I was born to an engineer, turns out I was born to a “tsaran” – a peasant – a man of the earth