PEACE PILGRIMAGE
Many have expressed interest in following my journey, so I created this blog for you! I’ll share fotos, videos, posts below. Thanks for travelling along with me!
To Feel “At Home” In Israel
On this day, I am humbled to be reclining peacefully in the land of my ancestors, the land of Israel. But I will not lie: I was terrified to come hear for years. Like everyone, I'd been exposed to a constant stream of negative media about this nation. However, since...
Ahh, the Mediterranean Sea
As most of you know, I spend more and more time at the sea. Being close to the crystal clear waters of my home in Washington feels like a necessary antidote to the increasing frenzy of world events, and polarization and infighting in our local communities.So when I...
Mizrahi Indigenous
I had the lush and exuberant experience of attending a Yemeni Hena -- this is a ceremony many thousands of years old, in Hebrew and Aramaic, which blesses the bride, the groom and the whole community. The palpable ancientness of this experience stands in direct...
MY BEST FRIENDS WEDDING
Misconceptions about Israeli people are so rampant. For example, the myth that Jews are white, and not indigenous to the middle east. Nothing can be further than the truth. The fotos I will share here can hopefully give a window into the Yemeni Hena — a Jewish “engagement” ceremony which involves singing and dancing in traditional garb, and painting herbs on the hands of the community to prepare the bride and groom for the wedding.
This ceremony has been practiced in the Middle East by Yemeni Jews for thousands of years. The Yemenis are obviously not white, and like all Mizrahi Jews, when their temples were destroyed long ago, they spread into surrounding desert — places now known as Iraq, Yemen, Syria, Morocco, Iran, Egypt. They never left the middle east at all.
It was a profoundly joyous — and clarifying — to experience this indigenous, Jewish ceremony in the original Hebrew Language.
JERUSALEM OF OLD
In the Old City of Jerusalem, the stones are shiny, polished from multitudes of feet treading, hands caressing, tears falling. It is humbling to stand in the presence of so much history, and so much reverence. Every single day is crowded with pilgrims, a crossroads of faiths for Jews, Christians and Muslims, all in one spot, teeming with holiness and resounding with prayer. It is at the same time ancient, and modern, from high heels and mini skirts, to traditional black hats and peyotim, to khakhi soldiers with automatic weapons. Here I placed prayers into the Western Wall, and wailed along with hundreds of Jews from around the world. Please stay tuned for more about my experiences wailing at the Kotel (Western Wall.)
It is our birthright to feel rooted to the lands, peoples and traditions where we come from. When we heal our shame and disconnection, we not only stop the cycle of intergenerational trauma being passed to the future, but we heal the past, as well. Grieving at the wailing wall is so unbelievably connective it feels ecstatic. I feel a sense of energy, divine eros flowing through me.


