These days my beloved Yumi resides firmly in the Lobby of his inner world. The metaphor of an elevator, which takes us from the Penthouse, to the Lobby, and to the Basement of our inner world, came to me one day as I was teaching a couple how to “cross the...
Kintsugi in Japanese means “golden joinery.” It refers to the art of repairing broken ceramics with a lacquer resin made to look like solid gold. Chances are that a vessel repaired by a kintsugi master will look more gorgeous and more precious than before. Why am I...
“It’s another one of the ways for me to love my man,” I said to the eye doctor. Yumi and I went to see the eye doctor because Yumi complained about having great pain in his right eye. Turns out his eye was very dry because it doesn’t close well. The doctor described a...
“Stop!” I say to the couple. My hand comes down between them. I say it strongly. I say it decisively. I say it emphatically. What am I stopping? I am stopping 13 minutes of their toughest, most loaded conversation. I want to teach them a guiding principle, how to...
I’d written to members of my community: “As ‘Bridge Builders’ our task, now more then ever, is to support each other in shaping a world where the relational space is safe and sacred, where we honor the ‘Other,’ and where together we create the conditions for the...
“On Tuesday I got off the wheel” is the last line of a poem by Mark Nepo titled Thinking like a Butterfly. It was given to me by a friend after I told her the following story: Eleven years ago, a TV series was shown on Israeli TV. It was called Couples Therapy. It...
