For years I was the missing link. My grandfather and both my parents were avid amateur photographers and filmmakers, while my son Itamar is a budding professional cinematographer. And though I always owned a camera, I can’t say I took a serious interest in the art – it was already “occupied” by other members of my family.

In the fall of 2014, I went on a three-part trek in north central Nepal that included the Tamang Heritage Trail, the Langtang Valley and the Gosainkund Lakes — not suspecting that only half a year later, a 7.8 magnitude earthquake would cause utter destruction and loss of life in this transcendent region.

I float on my back held up by a Watsu practitioner who moves me gently through the water, making sure my head stays above the surface so that I do not get water up my nose.  Watsu, or water shiatsu,  can be a means of water therapy,  but I have been going to Watsu sessions at the Beit Zayit pool to celebrate special occasions, like my birthdays, to enter into a dream state, to sink to the depths of my subconscious and to emerge anew, 

Zalig Uiteinde is what the Dutch wish one another on December 31. Uiteinde is a word that does not exist in English, yet its constituents are similar to out and end – an ending-out? - I would translate the blessing as “a blissful ushering out of the end”. It gives space to that time between the old and the new. It gives duration to the end.

Four (wet) poems - with macro photographs of Kambucha mushrooms that proliferate in sweet tea, producing a fermented drink said to have healing powers