TO BEGIN

Well, I have decided to continue my Hebrew blog here, in Blogger. But I will write it in English. The English language will give me some privacy in my country. And an ability to reach readers all over the world.

I still don't know what I am going to write.

I guess about Psychology. Some thoughts about life.

Actually I am writing it after having some block in writing. I have decided I will not write anymore.

But doing Meditation gave me this idea. And I have also decided to allow myself to write shortly. To allow myself to be associative. To allow myself to stop when I have nothing special to write.

Will it work? Will readers get to my posts? Even a few readers will be good.

Will I have the ability to continue it?

Will this blog survive  the inability, the deterioration of energy? Will the blog survive the changes of will? The fall of motivation?

I hope it will. I guess it will.

And hey, I need your comments. I really do.

ובכל זאת

ובכל זאת צריך להתאושש. כמו שהיה אחרי השואה. להרים את הראש. לא לתת לזעם לייאוש ולכאב לשבור אותנו. לא לתת לזעם להוביל אותנו יותר מדי. לחשוב.
ולזכור שיש גם דברים טובים במדינה הזו. שבסוף יש סיכוי לשבת איש תחת גפנו ותחת תאנתו. ולהעריך את מה שכן יש. ויש.

לא קל

הולך נגד הרוח. לפעמים זה מה שאתה רק מרגיש. ולפעמים הרוח מסתובבת לטובה, ונעשה לך קצת יותר קל. מאחד הימים המוזרים ביותר במדינה. הראשון ביולי. גם היום הראשון לחופש הגדול.

התוודות של פסיכולוגית קלינית

איזה כייף לשמוע על טיפולים שהצליחו. וואוו. ממש הרגשה טוב. אוף. באמת הרגשה טובה.

reading

I need to know

I need to know more about life. That's why I read a lot.

I love reading.

I love knowing about life.

Rachel

The impossible

We cannot get all we want. It is frustrating, annoying.

We are angry at the world, for not supplying us what we wanted, what we dreamt of.

But mostly we are angry at ourselves.

Why weren't we brave enough to go forward towards what we wanted?

Why aren't we diligent enough to work and achieve our goals?

Very often people  blame themselves.

They blame their fears, their hesitations, their inhibitions.

And we have sometimes nothing to do except surrendering to the limitations.

To the imperfect nature of the world. To squeak your teeth and to keep on living with this imperfect and limiting world and self of ours.

And maybe one day, one morning – there will be some little change. Some relief. One relief. Or two.

And we will be happier.

Until the next frustration. Limitation. Narrowing.

Until we contract our lips again in anger.

To be released again in some understanding, and acceptance, and some smile.

The smile of peacefulness. The sigh of understanding and maturity.