Microbe Party, a “playshop” (1) bringing together two diverse groups of people (2) at a location which invokes beauty and inspiration (3) to explore and discover portals leading to self-discovery and movement towards positive change. Seeking to ignite change by converting separation into connection, chronic sickness into vibrant health and despair into joy one block at a time.
Movement
Bikeabout
Here and Now Everyone is looking for better health. We want it. We seek it; yet day by day and bit by bit, we distance ourselves just a little further. Suddenly it’s gone. What we wouldn’t give to have it back… In today’s modern world we eagerly embrace a quick
Ride and Reach
Recreating Imagine the thrill of reconnecting with a playful childhood pastime. Fancy riding the depth of a passion that brings you door to door collecting orphaned bikes, in an effort to share your fervor with others like you. Envision an alternate reality where, after being skewered by your bike’s kickstand
Sexy
Sexy – Not What You Thought Conjure up sexy? Fast switchover to dreams of Keanu Reeves, solid hugs, mischievous smiles, nape nibbles, butterfly whispers, barefoot sands, sole strokes, succulent smoothies and nearby nourishment for the mind, body and soul. That’s exactly where my neighbor “V” spotted me, at the entrance
Chasing Miracles
No Thank You Please! My family doesn’t like miracles. Far too often, miracles are the aftermath of catastrophic misfortune. Oddly, this bias hasn’t blinded me to calamity’s silver lining. I’ve noticed that out of the deepest depths, change sprouts its finest roots. Extraordinary paths emerge leading to otherwise unimaginable happy
Be Your Own Jeannie
This is dedicated to all who dare to venture, the hearts who sing praises of their wondrous bodies and to those who have yet to unravel their mystical powers, now is the time to step out and explore. Test Drive Prior to transatlantic flights, night after night, I would lose
Offbeat
On Hope and Despair It was a peculiar week indeed. Imprisoned on a teeter totter, I found myself flying up and diving down, distraught and ecstatic, down and up, up and down, somewhere between hope and despair. It’s not an easy task translating my posts into English. There are many
8 Trails and Tribulations
My Stupidest Mistakes Ever!!! This post originally appeared in the Israeli daily newspaper Haaretz. A lone soldier in a foreign land, I was but 19 years young when I made Aliyah. Visions of passion, tenacity and a good measure of chutzpa moved me to the Promised Land. These are integral
Bunny Hop
Free Fall Drop On the move, you jump into your jeep and crank it up. You, your music and your machine rock on, lost in a private world of your own. Your foot much too heavy on the accelerator and your mind too far, light years away. We’ve all been there, treading
Project Pink
That Sparks My Spokes Those rare fleeting moments, they’ll appear out of nowhere. Will you react with speed fast enough to ride the spark or will it ride away with its head bowed in regret? But a wink of an eye and the moment is gone. In its path there
Bulldozer
Yes, I married a mechanic. Is it not fortunate that he married a bulldozer like me! There’s a mission? I am your woman. I will plan, coordinate, manage, organize, build and put together my own one woman show. Once when one of our children was having problems at school, the
To Infinity and Back
Fear, friend or foe, which camp does your Fear occupy? Me and my Fear, that which prevents me from biking unforgiving terrain and protects me at all costs, we’re "Besties" for life. The other Fear, the one that paralyzes me with fright and prevents me from knocking down barriers and
Lucky Woman
My own path to healing was a bumpy one, marked by despair, pain, and, yes, terror. I was clueless as to the identity of the surely deadly disease nesting within. I did not know where to turn. Much as my choices were often impulsive and even misguided; ultimately these very
Freefalling
Freefalling, down down down: at one time or another we have all woken in a cold sweat from that nightmare. As we leave childhood behind, however, it is less the pain and the loss which we dread, but rather the loss of control at the bottom of the abyss. I’ve
…More Than Food
Meet Sara… Sara is meticulous about what she eats. She starts every morning with a “green” shake filled with every nourishing fruit and vegetable that she can find. Throughout her day she makes sure to eat only nutritious foods. She steers clear of all processed foods, white carbs and sugar
I Am Not A Label
Oops I Did It Again! Once again disaster strikes and I find myself tossing my culinary creation. Are you too familiar with the misfortunate moments when you realize that you accidently overdosed your soup with salt? Added too much sugar to your cake batter? Your casserole overpoweringly fatty? Soup too
C U
Doctor’s Orders Never was I given an ultimatum to go under the knife. The surgeon proposed cervical fusion to relieve pressure on my spinal cord. He hinted that surgical intervention may indeed break the blanket of pain and curtail my anguish. But then again, he heartily declared that there was
12 Trail Posts
Testing my limits with the elusive triad… ♦ Sport ♦ Nutrition ♦ Health 12 Trail Posts Not To Be Missed! Other than some obvious ground rules like the importance of hydration, not overeating before activity and perhaps wearing a hat in the sun, we blindly grope our way. Though not
Groping In The Dark
“Can you repeat that?” “What was it that just you said? “ “I did not get it all down. Wait, hold up!” More often than not, there were frequent interruptions during class. Although I began my academic studies in Washington, both of my degrees were completed in Israel.
The Game of Love
Born to be Loved A child’s way into this world is ushered in by love. At the moment of birth, from out of nowhere, the mother is flooded with a surge of love; joy of its purest form binds mother and babe ever after. Captivated by rays of dancing sunlight
Game On!
It’s a choice. What is it that you see just around the corner? Is it bad hair days or unfolding opportunities? Go ahead and dress up the grey if that's what feels good. The clock may say “quarter to senior” but deep inside the child within thrives. Childhood memories are
Kinky Toots
In all honesty, I do not know how I would write this blog without the generous help of my husband. Believe me when I say that it goes far and beyond his job title of Hebrew editor in chief… Hail to the court jester of Banter and Chuckles! His healthy
An Octave Above
In so many ways you cannot help but notice me… Of course there are the obvious features the short cropped grey hair, the extra wide shoulders and, yes, the slim and not so curvy frame… Were you forced to take cover while listening to me speak? I do tend to
Many of One
One of Many One seemingly insignificant decision but in the overall scheme of things it was life changing… The decision wasn’t even mine. When I was nine years old my parents decided to send me to summer camp. Without a shadow of a doubt, this single decision shaped my identity
Couch Potato
I married a mechanic. He fixed things before most people noticed that they needed fixing: loved machinery especially old, forgotten and broken-down challenges. Taking machines apart to discover how they worked was a warm passion of his. He was always up for a challenge. To be honest, it was probably