As I dozed off on the dusty couch for an afternoon nap, I pondered on the nature of privilege and privacy. The fact that I could arrive in this room to sleep in the middle of the day. That I have friends with extra couches and blinds on their windows to shut out the sun.… Continue reading Temporary
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Life is time
‘It’s not fair,’ a friend cried into my earbuds. ‘Life’s not fair! Why is life doing this to me?!’ I listened to her breaking voice, my eyes caressing the outlines of the trees in the dusk. She was an adult, a mother of two. But her words were that of a helpless baby screaming bloody… Continue reading Life is time
Death and peace
This year is ending and another one, perhaps an ominous one, is arriving shortly. Last week, I've heard so many predictions of doom for the world at large that it's made my head spin a little. I agree with some of it. As always, there will be changes. Both for better and for worse. Personally… Continue reading Death and peace
To feel safe
Stay safe. One of the most cruel wishes ever invented for the human soul.Stay safe. Don't go there, don't do that, don't say that, don't wear that, don't touch that, don't have sex, don't eat that. Don't live. Just don't. Stay safe.Safe from what?From change! From the unpleasant possibilities! The inconveniences of illness, heartbreak, misunderstanding,… Continue reading To feel safe
Embracing death
‘We are gathered here today to mark the passing of Helen. She was born in May, year this-and-that to a young couple barely knowing what they were in for. Helen was a strong and a wilful child and her early experiences… ’ As I laid there in my imaginary casket, listening to the eulogy of… Continue reading Embracing death
Death-bringer
Looking at the women in our dance circle, I took a slightly trembling bow to signal my willingness to embody a Goddess for them. A little nervous, I set my intention to simply hold witness to the wisdom of the energy and if nothing else arises, to the wisdom of body in movement. For my… Continue reading Death-bringer
Forgiven
She stepped up to the podium. The woman who had agreed to dance my dance. To mirror my truth and help me see myself more clearly. She took a breath, a bow. Her hands moved... then her head. Her body tensed. I cringed. Do you remember this song Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack? Strumming my… Continue reading Forgiven
Making peace
All children want to live in a peaceful world. I know I did. Throughout my life I’ve been grateful for that. I’ve even felt guilty for the privilege. Not every child in this world is as lucky as I have been. Growing up in a country that had just received it's independence, raised near lakes… Continue reading Making peace
Well of Peace 