What Japan Reflected Back to Me
One of the gifts of travel is that it does not simply introduce us to new places. It introduces us to ourselves. During my time in Japan, I was struck by the quiet consideration I observed
Moments, insights, and questions about awareness, freedom, reinvention, and the life I am choosing.
One of the gifts of travel is that it does not simply introduce us to new places. It introduces us to ourselves. During my time in Japan, I was struck by the quiet consideration I observed
Most of us wear a mask from time to time. Not because we are trying to deceive the world. But because
A few days ago, I broke a rib. It may sound like a small thing, but movement has always been a part of my life. Dance, exercise, strength, and freedom of movement have accompanied me for decades. Suddenly,
There are moments in life that hurt us. And then there are the stories we build around those moments that quietly shape the rest of our lives. For years, I believed my feelings were simply the result of what had happened to me.
At different points in my life, I have been called many things. Israeli. American. Dancer. Entrepreneur. Mother. Author. And for a long time, I believed those labels were who I was. Not completely, of course. But
I didn’t go to the Amazon looking for answers. I went to experience it. The jungle. The people. The rhythm of a life untouched by so much noise. And yet,
We often imagine that life changes in dramatic moments. A job ends. A relationship ends. A suitcase is packed. A door closes, and a new path begins. But