A couple of weeks ago I felt an impulse to write an article on safety. I started with some of the more “traditional” phrases, such safety is a feeling of well being, it’s an absence of danger or threat, usually accompanied by feelings of peace, possibly fulfillment, feeling loved, taken care of and included. As […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Many of us, as we were growing up, unconsciously morphed ourselves into someone our parents wanted us to be. This adaptive strategy made us feel safe, it assured us that we would survive, it kept us accepted by our parents and caregivers. Some of the choices that we made as children served our development […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I’ve been reflecting on some of the elements that fell into place and became my companions in the search for my true home. The following five “states of being” felt like anchor, something I could come back to again and again: 1. Being in supportive and nourishing relationships with friends and family For […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve been back from Israel. 150 of us, from 37 countries started an incredible journey of integrating our collective and intergeneration traumas, through a project called “Pocket Project.” I had a rich and intense time learning about trauma, integrating parts of my own shadow and meeting amazing people and colleagues who […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
One key reason why people don’t feel at home is because at some point in their lives they’ve disconnected from their bodies. Our bodies are our physical homes in which we live, through which we feel our connection with the tangible world, and through which we experience manifestation. The word MATTER comes from Latin materia “substance […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Once we see clearly what our particular pattern is, it no longer has power over us. From here we can learn to experience more belonging than ever before. I haven’t felt at home since becoming a refugee at the age of nine. I searched for years for a place I could call my own. Every […]Continue Reading... No Comments.