essays

I thought of Maharishi when I was cycling today. I imagined his smiling face and his lighthearted nature. And I invited him to join me...

I seem to swim in the world of the unknown, facing constant challenges and temptations, not knowing where to find my footing or answers...

For a long time I wanted to get away and live in an ashram. I imagined a quiet reprieve from the stresses of David’s care...

David spends much of the day sitting on the couch, legs crossed at the knees, hands in his lap, with a calm, contemplative air about him...

In the dark of night, I rush through the hallway to the bedroom next to mine. I can hear my son’s rapid breath and the gurgle of saliva pooling in his mouth...

When I take hold of your son’s body and brain, it is best that you remain calm...

I felt the glow of divinity this morning as I scrubbed my son’s ankles and toes, as I ran the washcloth...

A depressive state visited me last night. It lingered in the background during sleep, making itself known as I occasionally tossed and turned. It was there when I awoke this morning...

When I think of King Solomon’s passionate poetry of divine love, my thoughts go to the mezuzah that hung on the bedroom door frame of the house I shared with my ex-husband...