ByJulia Chi
I am on the train on my way into Central London… I have new jewels on my feet, pearls this time! The pavement was hot under my soles, as I walked to the station a sunny summer day… Beauteous feeling, rising spirit, freedom… Yesterday I wrote one line on a word document… My new book…
ByMichelle Adam
I want to talk about fear. Yes, fear…the kind of fear that’s more than a feeling or moment. The kind that years ago, during my summer of healing in New England, gripped me, held my body like a fist I had to work so hard to open. “I’m not feeling fear like a character in…
ByGiora Carmi
One day before, according to the Gregorian calendar, I am 70. A good friend asked me how does it feel, and I did not have anything special to say. It feels like something lived in this body, that is never the same body, and this body is almost transparent, it is not real. It floats…
ByMichelle Adam
Long days and nights of summer mist; consistent poetry workshops on Mondays; daily walks in the woods, every day with more strength and presence; evening feasts to cicada rhythms with visiting family and friends; swimming in the pool; tending to the garden; and meditating, healing my hips, and writing my novel’s story led to a…
ByGiora Carmi
The drawing was done at 10pm, the painting – in the morning after. It is like a very big puppet. The head is too big and heavy in the composition. The mechanism is old. It stood outside in the rain and plants started growing on it in some places. You can almost hear the clunking…
ByJulia Chi
We arrived in Covent Garden, just as the naked cyclists rode by! We were running across the concourse to make sure we didn’t miss them, and one of the street performers called out to Anadi and I, in a good natured fashion, ‘Run hippies…’ I laughed… ‘I have never been called a hippy before…’ But…
ByMichelle Adam
When we set out to heal something, deeply, fully, we can never—I mean, never—know what energies, what buried memories, reside in our unconscious, beneath layers upon layers of skin. Shed that skin is all we can do, and is all I could do, back at the New England farmhouse in the summer of 2000. As…
ByGiora Carmi
For a few days I did not make many paintings in my daily working on myself, as I used to do. It felt that I was doing a lot with each one and needed some space between them. This is a painting I started very late at night, finished in the morning and wrote about…
ByJulia Chi
I love my new foot jewellery… they are pink and sort of crocheted; I picked them up yesterday from our Gatwick address and I have worn them ever since… All the delights of shoe shopping and the fun of fashion for the feet whilst still feeling the earth beneath my soles. I tried out my…
ByGuglielminotti Trivel
It’s already four years! The time has really flown by, I have to say, since I started holding my ‘Women Circle of Wisdom’ on 24th July 2014! It has gone so fast that I only realised after I held my women circle last month that this month it will be my fourth anniversary of my…
ByMichelle Adam
“When’s the last time you were in love?” an Argentinean man asked me at a party I attended about three months ago after returning from his country. “Yesterday,” I said, half in jest. Far from satisfied with my response, this man who, shortly afterwards, would become my new love, asked again. “You mean, when was…
ByMichelle Adam
The thunder rolled in, across the fields of high grass, along the old New England road outside my window. It arrived at where I sat, in front of my mesa, my Peruvian altar. Hail followed, and wind that soon turned into a vicious summer storm of late afternoon. I had woken up late that day…