My name is the gift I gave myself. It nurtures my essence and reminds me of all I am and all I want to be.
I am alive. I dance to my own drummer and navigate the world in my own unique ways.
i am Chava
lover of life
survivor of blackened skies
believer of the future
i am Chava
beaten but not destroyed
strangled but always breathing
blessed to be exactly who I am
a women who finds light in darkness
a dreamer who never stopped dreaming
a drummer who beats to her own rhythm
a writer who knows that her voice matters
i am a wave of light
who seeks light in the shadows of nightmares
who finds sparks in tunnels
who navigates the murky waters of life
and calls wherever I am – home.
Gal-Or
the moon calls to me
the sun warms my heart
both soothe my soul
i am alive
i am thriving
i am soaring
my world is simply precious beyond words.
I am not sure when I learned how to dance or to sing. I can’t remember when I found my voice or my rhythm. And yet, I have. My world was not diminished by the demons that had moments of breaking my spirit.
My heart broke, so many times my entire being felt shattered. The tears fell and welts swelled – sometimes physical and sometimes metaphorically. And yet, the clouds allowed splinters of light to stream around me and into me.
The bruises have healed and my heart is now intact. The door has opened wide and has beckoned me through. Feel my heartbeat, imagine how deeply I can now breathe, and watch my spirit soar.
I am Chava Gal-Or.
Lovely, my dear Chava. “Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen, “Anthem.”
You made me smile Fred. Thank you!!