A brief memoir of a time with my grandmother brings to mind reflections upon our ancestral legacy and our personal evolution:
On this first day of Rosh Hashonah, ushering in the Jewish New Year of 5774, I am profoundly grateful for the life I have had and the promise of a new year to come.
Last weekend I facilitated a Constellation workshop in New York City. No matter how many times I do this, I am always moved, touched, and ultimately awed by the divine grace that manifests in these sacred events. This occasion was no exception.
Some of you may be familiar with the myriad prophecies that have been forecast for this tumultuous year. Many cultures and their seers and prognosticators have forecast destruction and mayhem leading up to the 2012 winter solstice.