by Havi Brooks | May 2, 2011 | my personal practice
The thing about memory is that it can be so tricky, as we know. It rewrites itself in mysterious ways. In the wormholes. And every so often I set off on another internal investigation, only to discover that I am, yet again, wrong about so many things. That second time...
by Havi Brooks | Jul 28, 2010 | my personal practice
Yesterday morning I had a moment. The simplest trigger: at a cafe, an old framed portrait on a white wall that reminded me of something from then. And I was off. Cycles of panic, terror, helplessness, pain, fear. And then I came back. Doing the things that help me be...
by Havi Brooks | Jan 28, 2010 | stuff I think about
Selma and I are away in Monterey teaching our Destuckification Retreat, so this post is one I actually wrote several days ago. Correction. It has occurred to me more than once — actually, about twice a week — that I have done something of an injustice to...
by Havi Brooks | Jun 4, 2009 | my personal practice, stuff I think about
Note: I am on my emergency vacation. This is a piece I wrote a few months ago and never did anything with. Waiting for the right window, I guess. Maybe it’s today. Sometimes I think there are wormholes in memory. Back doors. The other day I had a flash of...
by Havi Brooks | Jan 1, 2009 | my personal practice, not hating on yourself
Five in the morning, again. There was a period of oh, at least five years, when every New Year’s Day found me at five in the morning sitting at a certain table in the corner of a certain bar in Tel Aviv. Two of those years I’d spent New Year’s Eve...
