The 2016 trend. It scared me. I normally don’t do trends anyway, but something about my resistance meant there’s something to look at. Then I discover it was the year I created my first dance. Back then, I was nascent in my performance journey. I’d left the cocoon to start belly dancing with Nataly DvirContinue reading “The 2016 Trend”
Author Archives: LoveJoy
Kedema Collage Art
I finally did a thing that I’ve wanted to do for a quite a while. Years ago, one of my biggest joys was making collages. My first favorite was when I managed to create a Tower of Babel. Not long after came the Compass of Maps. I stopped for many reasons. The poor Compass ofContinue reading “Kedema Collage Art”
Desert Musings #2
There’s something about open sky, the stars suggesting infinite possibilities and reminding me of my mortality simultaneously, that opens up a channel I don’t normally have access to. I wish I could record some of the conversations I have in the desert. Let’s call them “desert musings.” I hadn’t been feeling so zen as ofContinue reading “Desert Musings #2”
Because the Poets are Healers
Funny how years later this is still relevant. Perhaps it always will be… This is just a piece of what’s going on in the world. 276 Nigerian girls kidnapped, three Israeli boys kidnapped and murdered, a Palestinian boy … Because the Poets are Healers
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People
“What one thing could you do in your personal and professional life that, if you did on a regular basis, would make a tremendous positive difference in your life?”
I’m Back!
I want to show you all the ways I’ve been learning how to shine.
The Point of a Compass
I left home before graduation and moved in with him when I was seventeen. My mother called the police and said he was “harboring a minor.” The police car picked me up at his apartment to take me home. I went back the next day. She also took my passport. I reported it as stolen, and he bought me a new one. We went to the courthouse on my 18th birthday and signed the marriage certificate. A month later, we were on a plane to Israel.
The first compasses did not always point north. Early compasses pointed east.
Carry Me Home: A Testimony of Orly Portal’s Swiria
It’s where all of my parts could finally meet.
Gifting Myself
All I know is, I promise to heed my inner compass, trust myself, bring my fire.
Multicultural as the New Multiracial
It’s less about belonging to a color than belonging to a culture.
Shoshana Sarah 