i want to go back
to seventh grade
when i was kissed
for the first time
SMACK
tongue kiss
wetness
slobber
exhilaration
as i stood in the center
of the world
on a dance floor
grinding low
flying high
when all of a sudden
my face was grabbed
by his lips
pulled in
for my first kiss
sucked in
by a 13-year-old
boldness and
bravery required
for a touch like this
i want to go back
to when
20a kiss was just a kiss
and i did not fear
that a kiss meant anything else
like an invitation into the rest of my body
when opening my lips was
simple and pure innocence
and not a need to push back to say no to stop
it to feel obligated to reciprocate to owe
someone to pretend to refuse to disappoint
to anger to confuse to feel used to diffuse to
detach and
i want to go back
to when the pace
was unhurried
when there was no rush to home base
when playing the bases
was the best part of the game
a becoming of age
a growing phase
the simple days
on the day i had my first kiss
my best friend squealed with joy
he finally kissed me
and i squealed back
me too
the wild woman grows
between
her darkest day
her ugliest cries
her tiredest lies
and
the briefest twinkling
of her unbound eye
you see
every spark
requires friction
and every shadow
requires light
a distant ray of hope
that
reminds her
cracks her
ignites her
kindles her
flame
back
to
life
the will to be wild
is born into my blood
like a wolf howls
with the full moon
letting loose her truth
liberated
running rampant
wild and free
or perhaps
it was
just the
whiskey
it can look perfect
from the outside
while the inside
brews in darkness and pain
trauma and energy drains
from all the insane
that filters through our brain
how do we release the tension
silence the sounds
rest into ease
settle into our ground
how do we bridge
our surface
and connect to our depth
how can we break
the performance
and let go of “perfect?”
how can we
open the stage
for purely primal humanity?
fulfill our potential
and feel our true vitality?
how can we
surrender to our shadows
without blocking our light?
how can we remember
we are made of layers
beyond our own sight?
Written Words
Spoken
Words
When Tel Aviv Presents asked me to write a love letter to Tel Aviv, I didn't think twice. After spending a decade in my favorite city, this creation spilled easy from heart to screen. And was so damn fun to film!
Watch it here.
A Love Letter to Tel Aviv
1
When I saw a post in the local girl group from someone curating an event called Boobs of Israel, I knew mine needed to get involved. Not only did I volunteer to be painted, I took on writing a poetic piece in dedication to our bosom. It offered the perfect opportunity to explore a personal and societal relationship with breasts.
Watch it here.
Respect the Breast
2
Bringing 50 women leaders together for a powerful brunch to connect and create dialogue about the topics that matter, here's an excerpt of the opening speech I gave.
Watch it here.