ByMichelle Adam
“Love spreads her ashes on my bed tonight, the nightingale calls a sound of surrender. The feelings in my heart are distant cries, unavailable to myself,” I wrote eighteen years ago in my journal as I lived in my parent’s New Jersey home at age thirty, inside that place we perceive as stuck, when, in…
ByGiora Carmi
The little kid Is walking an ancient path The rocks become brittle And turn into sand The little hill Loves to feel his feet on its back The little hill and he Are good, loving, friends Sometimes it rains And memories of old friend river Turn to memories of old friend mud But he walks…
ByMichelle Adam
“Every human being at some time had tragedy enter his life; at that moment, God challenged one to confront Him and to answer His question: “Why dost thou cling to an existence so short and so filled with suffering? What is the meaning of this struggle?” I wrote down this passage of Paulo Coelho’s The…
ByGiora Carmi
1. The Green 2. The Habits and the Flow 3. The Human Condition But he is overwhelmed and afloat The river flows rigorously by him And everywhere else He remembers the river from a dream The browns are curious, supportive and showing the way Just as the lines of his drawings are And…
ByGiora Carmi
From here down it is earth But earth does not exist From here up it is heaven But heaven does not exist So what does? The immediate experience here now And what does it say? The light has given birth To the soft flesh The soft flesh has separated And parts play with parts Imagining…
ByGiora Carmi
In this upside down world Where shame is king And the beauty of the evening moon Breaks your heart Isn’t it natural That we choose to make art? There is a mountain range up in the sky And there is a mountain range down We are just waiting for the bird To sit on a…
ByGiora Carmi
This is what we can do and this is what we are here for as therapists or healers or whatever. We only have to assist everything that comes from inside of us in going its way out. It will go if we let it go. It is all so simple. So here is what I…
ByMichelle Adam
“A stillness was born yesterday, wanting everyday more,” I wrote as Christmas approached in my parent’s small home in New Jersey. I continued to write my novel, and search for that place within that struggled to show her face while trying to walk again. “Where are you going with all this time on your hands?”…
ByGiora Carmi
The night was torturous. The pain, which used to be concentrated in one place, spread to bigger areas and to both feet. I don’t know how to describe it so that you will be able to really have a sense of what it is. It is a big experience. Waves after waves of tremendous energy…
ByGiora Carmi
I came to my desk at around 5AM again. I made the drawing that you see here. I wrote what parts of the drawing conveyed to me. I scrambled the sentences and rewrote them in a new order. I read. It did not make much sense to me, so I left it on the desk,…
ByMichelle Adam
Another month passed by in New Jersey, with the highway noise bleeding into the background of my consciousness as I unraveled this person I had been. And almost every day and evening I wrote, adding sentences to my novel from an unknown place. “Writing this book is hard,” I scribbled in my journal. “It’s hard…
ByGiora Carmi
I sat at my desk at 5 in the morning. I slept well till then and it made a big difference. As I made the lines in this drawing I knew that I was very patient and that I listened to every line as it was made. There was no decision about where the line…