The signs

Sitting in a sweet cafe on the water I catch a reflection of life for a moment.

The chaos, the emotions, the putting together the breaking apart.

Life and death.

Just a moment ago while paying for my hot cocoa I noticed pictures of a sweet girl plastered in memorial stickers near the cashier. I asked her who was that and she said it was my brothers girlfriend. She was killed protecting her country in Zikim on October 7. Heartbreaking.

Sighing for the pain to release of this sad sad family we are.

Humanity . Hurting ourselves over ideas and shadows. Of course she asked me why did I move to Israel… because it’s home of course.

Hearts breaking hearts healing.

I sat down and noticed the chair beneath me, the ground holding me, relaxing into the moment.

A moment of feeling at home.

Because home is in the body first and foremost.

A little bird came fluttering in.

We looked at each other and it reminded me of new life.

A mosquito zapper zapped near me. Reminding me of the other side.

A deep breath in. Life.

Growing roots into this earth we call home.

Planting seeds of life.

Seeds of knowledge

Seeds of healing

Prayer for peace on this earth for all beings.

I bring up a grid of healing in my mind.

Chamomile, celestite, citrine, clear quartz points, white sage. Cleanse and bring good dreams on this dimension.