In simple terms, wabi-sabi is the idea that the beauty of life lies in the fact that it is impermanent, imperfect, and incomplete. As Leonard Cohen said, “there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”.
The years following my mother’s death have been filled with a thousand beautiful and heartbreaking realizations. But, if my mother taught me anything, it is to live with your whole heart, wide open. This is an attempt at bringing my own wild heart out into that great wide open.
- Getting ThereI don’t often share publicly about my sober journey. Perhaps because I am afraid it will change the way others perceive me – that they will assume me less competent or less stable. But the truth is, I don’t believe I am any less or more of anything because I used to drink. And IContinue reading “Getting There”
- TranquilaWant to know what I’m doing right now? Today? In this moment? I’m teaching my nervous system that we do things differently now. It’s been two years of hypervigilance. Two years of living in an elevated state of constant assessing for potential threats. Two years of inflammation. Two years. When I opened the door toContinue reading “Tranquila”
- Love LanguageWhen I was growing up, my mother was the primary cook in our house. But she didn’t just “cook”, she nourished. She also explored. After traveling to Palestine, she began making za’atar from scratch. A pilgrimage to see the Pyramids meant a journey into homemade hummuses and lentil dishes. She fell in love with foreignContinue reading “Love Language”