She’s chasing shadows in her mind Not knowing what she’ll find She’s running from her fears No one hears. No one hears. Beaten down and bruised She feels like she’s been used She knows she’s lost her way Can’t find the words to say… What she thinks and feels Her heart and soul he steals Leaving just a shell Of the self she knew so well She knows the truth lies somewhere in...
Distant figures on a hill Landscape stark and desert still Sun is fading from my view In altered state, I think of you Rocks that scrape against my skin On the outside looking in Wondering what I thought I knew In altered state, I think of you A distant figure drawing near The boy who whispers in my ear Sharing secrets old and new In altered state, I think of you Alas, the...
Voices call from far below Wildflowers dancing slow Breezes whisper in my ear I focus on the now and here A jutted perch at high cliff’s end One with nature heaven sent Jagged rocks that slice the view Shades of brown in every hue A sun that cuts across the sky Birds that never cease to fly Riverbeds are hard and dry A stolen desert moment’s sigh Tweet
I’ve been staring at my computer screen for some time now, trying to come up with a zippy little introduction for my first article in the Haaretz lifestyle magazine ESSENCE, which hit the newsstands on Friday. I don’t know if it’s the lack of caffeine in my system, the lack of caffeine in my system, or the lack of caffeine in my system, but nothing exciting...
Greetings to all of my visitors from Sweden today, of which there have been loads. I would love it if one of you could tell me how you and so many of your fellow lovely countrymen found my blog today. Tack! Tweet
I am a freelance writer – oh how I love to write Stringing words together, morning, noon and night It took me quite a while, to give this path a go Afraid I’d never make it, and that they’d all say no I started very slowly, beginning with a blog Years of dreary office work had left me in a fog I wanted to create; I needed something more To talk about my work, and not sound...
Let’s say you’re a woman. You’re with a male partner (long-term, short-term, very short-term…) and you’re feeling rather, erm, amorous. Having a baby may or may not be part of your bigger picture, but it’s definitely not what you’re looking for right now. So, what do you do? If you’ve planned in advance, perhaps you’re on the pill, or maybe you open the nearest drawer or...
If someone would have given me a dollar for each time that my name has been either mispronounced or misspelled over the years, suffice it to say that I wouldn’t have to toil away at a day job, and could instead be happily living out my life on my own private island somewhere. I’d have one of those trendy eco-friendly homes with the requisite outdoor shower and a wireless...
There was a little girl, wearing little shoes Searching high and low, looking for her muse It wasn’t in the house, or out behind the tree Not up in the mountains, and not down by the sea She sat upon a rock, and stared up at the sky Not knowing what to do, she then began to cry She couldn’t find her muse – it was nowhere to be found The harder that she searched, the more her...
Have you ever read a book that stirred something within you, a book that truly inspired you to act? Against the backdrop of the recent earthquake in Haiti, I found myself reading just such a book – “A Beginner’s Guide to Changing the World: For Tibet with Love“, by London-based writer Isabel Losada. Granted, it was recommended to me by the author herself, so...