Yesterday, I cried.

A peek into my process, hopefully in service of yours.

We rarely, if ever, see our heroes or people we hold in high regard, cry.
Deepak doesn’t cry on Instagram.
Oprah never broke down on air.
Superman doesn’t tremble before mission.
Paw Patrol don’t flinch before saving the day.

Yesterday, I cried.
I’m no hero. I just thought I should share about it.

Perhaps in preparation to entering a chapter of service, I had to clear my own cache. Sitting in a café, I felt a wave of deep tenderness wash over me. I scanned my emotional landscape. Nothing “new” has happened. And yet, and yet.

Existing things just came to surface and demanded to be seen and felt, and my being- witnessed and held. I walked out of the café to the waterfront, took my shoes off and planted my feet in the ground. I breathed.

Generally, in my personal life and in work alike, I find that listing areas of tenderness (or overwhelm/ hurt/ fear/ confusion, etc) is more often than not a good place to start. So I did just that. The themes that emerged;

• The aches of holding space for the irrecoverable loss of the last two years.

• Witnessing how while the war has ended this conflict in the middle east feels endless.

• The canyon-like gap in narrative between people in my world and their conviction that leaves no possibility for dialogue.

• Gently holding the inquiry of what it means to be a Jewish and an Israeli-born person in the healing arts in this moment.

• The devastating condition of my father, grandfather of 34 soon 35 and great grandfather of 5 who is here and not here.

• The heartbreaking effect of my father’s condition on my mother, his beloved of over half a century. It is easier to grieve the dead than the living.

• The prayer for my father’s suffering to end and for them both to be set free.

• The tender prayer in my heart to be a mother and the humbling uncertainties of approaching this exploration while not currently being in a relationship. None of this comes with a manual.

• Lastly- I am about to come out of my warm and comfortable Miami bubble to NY for my first Catskills residency, to lay foundation towards building a home and community there and while this is a positive thing, it too brings some tenderness of being the new kid on the block.

Having witnessed all the themes myself, I was then fortunate to be witnessed by teachers and friends near and far, one even walked from his home in the middle of his work day to give me a hug. I then had a sauna, got an IV and at the end of the day brought it all to the mat, and left it there.

On the other side of my tender day I feel lighter, softer, more present + grounded.
I am better for having lived through this day.

I hope this share is of service to some of you reading.

IN the body

There is a rather common idea that spirituality is this disembodied thing, which happens in the ethers, far outside our 3D bodies. Sure there is that too.
AND. I believe that lived spirituality is deeply embodied, through the body and not outside of it, present to all its nuance as a vessel to and of the great beyond.

Feeling stuck energy? MOVE IT.

Re: writing

I haven’t been regularly writing on substack in a moment. It feels good to come back to writing by offering a vulnerable share. There is much in the pipeline that I look forward to writing in the weeks and months to come.

If any of my posts invokes something in you, please restack/ like / comment / share www.Osher.blog with others. Substack algorithm is unkind to writers in the area of altered states. Normalizing a grounded conversation about these topics is a big part of how we bring this work out of the shadows and closer to more who need it.
Better self is not the end goal of self work. Better self is the beginning of tending to something greater than ourselves. Humanity needs all hands on deck.

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