Spread 232 – Onward December 16, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
I found this anonymous quote in my inbox today and loved it enough to inspire me to make these pages this morning and consider it. “Find arms that will hold you at your weakest times, eyes that will see your beauty at your ugliest times, and a heart that will love you at your worst.” It sounds simple enough, how come it’s not?
Spread 231 – Frailty & Pride December 11, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Spread 230 – Mini Altars November 23, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Journal pages are my mini altars, flat blank surfaces I use in order for me to become mindful of my intimate rituals. Mostly for making offerings to myself. Reconciling differences, primarily for understanding what the heck is going on with me. Rituals causing changes in composition, altering my own. Constantly adjusting and adopting new perceptions of who I am in relation to me, others, truth, or myth, story, and history. Through my mini altars I repeatedly ask tender questions about time and place and how I fit in. What are my takeaways and what do I give away. Arguing my stubborn stances against my fluidity. Then finding calm. Then sharing it with those who want to join me.
Spread 229 – The Bare Square November 21, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
It’s raining today in Southern California where I live, finally!!! It makes me seriously happy, prolific. Feeling abundant and lively. Sweet Fall memories of childhood in the Negev (prairie/desert) of Israel flutter into my mind. In front of our house was a deserted stretch of land, ten minutes child walk distance from end to end, visible in its entirety from our porch. Although it was a completely naked and forgotten piece of earth by adults, much transpired there. For us neighborhood kids it was the largest playground in the whole entire world. Kites were flown; make-believe worlds and lifetime friendships were created there. After a long summer drought, rain was greatly longed for. So when Ha’Yoreh, the first rain, appeared surprisingly in giant drops, excitement and joy was in the air. Rain was certainly not taken for granted. The dried, tough “bare square” would come to life almost instantly by softening, cracking, and forming an abstract texture, making fun sounds when stepped on. From the cracks, soon would peak small pink, crocus-like flowers, Sitvaniot, borrowed from the word Stav which means Fall, in Hebrew. Today, the rain came, finally, the Summer was way too long, warm, and dry, and I yearned for rain so badly. It reminds me of barren pages of my journal. They sit there blank, dry, scarce, waiting for my Ha’Yoreh to come down pouring in giant drops. And it came today, raining outside and raining color, lines, textures, images, on my journal pages, making me feel my aliveness soaring, feel joy of the simplest yet grand way. Sharing it with you deepens all of this for me in an indescribable way.
Spread 228 – Hunger November 14, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Let there be no hunger of any kind on our little speck of life, no hunger for food, not for water, not for cover, not for love, not for freedom, not for light, not for movement, and not for one’s possible self.
Spread 227 – One Wish November 11, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
My son is turning 18 tomorrow morning. He is so beautifully complex and full of wonder, I am so proud of him. Using “Letters to My Son” by Kent Nerburn to help me make this wish: “It is my attempt to give the lessons of my life, so that you can use them in yours. They are not meant to make you into me. It is my greatest joy to watch you become yourself. But time reveals truths, and these truths are greater than either of us. If I can give them voice in a way that allows me to walk beside you during your days, then I will have done well. To be your mother is the greatest honor I have ever received. It allowed me to touch mystery for a moment, and to see my love made flesh. If I could have but one wish, it would be for you to pass that love along. After all, there is not much more to life than that.”
Spread 226 – In Unison November 5, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
C’mon over and gather around, all of you contradictions, inconsistent elements of existence, eliminate the space in-between. There is plenty of room for you all to intimately cohabitate in me and in my journal. C’mon over to console each other and by doing so sustain my sense of well-being.
Spread 225 – Why I Go Away October 28, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
My relationships as I know them to be, with people, with places, with time, my age, nature, and the creative process, are ever changing. They get intimate and distanced, they contract and expand adapting to the clearly visible or misunderstood personal transformations. Lessons are learned and taken away. Some of them end. Either way relationships don’t go wrong, nothing goes wrong, no-one is wrong, no place or time or event is wrong. Love stays in tact while form, temporarily or permanently, changes.
Spread 224 – Windfall And All October 12, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Thoughts inspired by my journal spread and by a Hebrew poem by Natan Zach:
אָדָם חַי בָּעוֹלָם שֶאוֹתוֹ הוּא עוֹשֶֹה לְעַצְמוֹ,
מִן הַתַּאֲווֹת שֶבְּשָֹרוֹ מִתְאַוֶּה לְעַצְמוֹ
מִן הַנוֹפִים שֶבָּהֶם הוּא מַמְתִּיק לְעַצְמוֹ
אֶת הַפְּחָדִים שֶבָּהֶם הוּא מַפְחִיד אֶת עַצְמוֹ
וּמִן הָאַהֲבָה שֶאוֹתָהּ הוּא אוֹהֵב לְעַצְמוֹ.
וּמִן הַשִֹּנְאָה שֶאוֹתָהּ הוּא שֹוֹנֵא לְעַצְמוֹ
וּבַקַּיִץ הוּא יוֹצֵא אֶל מִחוּץ לְעַצְמוֹ
וּבַסְּתָיו הוּא חוֹזֵר חֲזָרָה לְעַצְמוֹ
וְרוֹאֶה מֶה עָשָֹה לְעַצְמוֹ
בַּקַּיִץ וּמַה לא עָשָֹה לְעַצְמוֹ
מַבְחִין בֵּין זֶה לְזֶה וּמֵבִין לְעַצְמוֹ.