(Photo credit: Hanaa Soliman) My friend was sick. I texted: “Would you like me to bring you some soup?”. The answer came an hour later: “Sure, thank you. But I’m asleep most of the time, so please don’t ring the bell.” That was easy; I had the spare key. Once back from the market […]
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(Photo credit: Hanaa Soliman) My grandmother sat in the school refectory sipping hot chicory while eyeing the piece of chocolate she was about to give away. Like many of her classmates, she’d decided to slip it into the food donation box. Enter Father Maurice Zundel, Catholic priest and mystic, whom she loved and respected. More
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(Drawing: The Scream, by Hanaa Soliman, 2019) I was walking home in the early evening. The street was empty and quiet. I had been engaged for months in a deep group inquiry using A.H. Almas’s book “The unfolding now”. As I walked, I was trying to practice what it was like not to “mess” with
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https://belongingwithin.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Safety-video-and-sound-belongingwithin.com_.mp4 This is an audio excerpt of a personal sound exploration I recorded a while back around the theme of safety. I’ve realized today that it’ll soon be seven years and seven months since I formally started, after two decades of exploring voice and sound in different contexts, to work with groups and individuals online
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(Photo credit: Sanu N) I’ve always been fascinated by Kangris, the traditional earthen pots insulated with a layer of wicker that Kashmiris put hot embers into and safely place inside their cloaks to stay warm in the winter! Each one is a work of true craftsmanship, requiring patience, precision and experience. They’re also adorned in
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(Painting: Trees in a storm by Klombeck) It was a headachy morning. I woke up restless and overwhelmed. The wind outside mirrored my inner turmoil, frantically shaking the trees into a whooshing frenzy. As I got up, I became increasingly aware of the “too-much-ness” of it all. I tried to push through to get
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(Medicine, from Latin mederi: to heal, remedy, comfort) A dear friend thanked me recently for the depth of a poem I wrote and shared with him. His kind feedback would’ve normally been very welcome, but for some reason, I was stunned and couldn’t receive the compliment. Then I understood why. Many weeks prior, I was
(In a recent conversation with a person wondering what a Dearmoring session would be like, I felt the need to speak to the following aspect of the work. Thank you, Nancy, for encouraging me to write these thoughts down 🙂 ) In bodywork settings, for some reason, many of us seem to have been
The foot Leaving the ground Is sacred work It needs To be honored Turning The eye Towards the path Is sacred work Worthy of ritual The hand Reaching for provisions Is sacred work Don’t do it Without praise The knob Turning To open the way Is sacred
Peace Is such A cliché Everyone Wants peace In some form Or another Peace Is to get people Off your back Or keep them humming In close proximity While you sleep Peace Is a hut Up on a mountain An apartment Right by the supermarket A house Next to Ancestral homes