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we moved our arms in slow circles and stretched. A kibbutz dog was inspired by us
and lay on his back, paws reaching to the sky smack in the middle of our
circle.
The engine churned, the emerald green juice dripped down and our noses turned
up. We were a motley crowd. Many grandparents and one great grandma. There was
a Temani grandma who walked around with a big purse on her shoulder as if she
were on a shopping trip. Inside, her phone rang non-stop and she brazenly answered
it non-stop.
smoke. Another guy would walk around with a mysterious sandwich bag filled with an apple
and two dates. Boy did heads turn when we all first saw this baggie. He once
put it down to get a tea and I almost swiped it.
and many are return visitors, one man here for his 12th time. Like
in all groups, there is the joker, the know-it-all best of the class and then
us slouches. There are kibbutzniks, big city folk and people of all shapes,
sizes and colors.
my first experience being surrounded by a group of Israelis for longer than it
takes to unload the grocery cart. I am finding this experience slightly
fascinating and extremely unnerving.
meditation a few minutes late. The whole group sat with their eyes closed. We
dared not enter the room, fearful of disturbing the concentration and upsetting
the man who was leading the group. So we sat outside only to see a woman burst
into the room schlepping a chair behind her as if she were making a furniture
delivery. We sat in shock. Five minutes later, two more latecomers arrived.
inside,” my husband said.
watch.”
people to find a spot.
grass shot, then entered the dining room. A set of tall glasses awaited us.
This morning the juice was green. Clicking and clacking, we stirred and stirred
as if this motion would magically produce something of substance, like an
omelette.
sprinkle of cinnamon, a tad of paprika, hoping it my juice may now smack of
French Toast or a cinnamon roll.
I stirred and I stirred and no, it still tasted the same. I liked the taste and was actually
feeling kind of, well, full. More seminars on nutrition, a meditation and then
another juice were followed by more seminars on nutrition, food addictions and
yep, another juice.
another realm. I was feeling energized, had clarity and felt like unresolved
emotions were percolating to the surface. This detox was taking me into new
territory.
My friends were mountain biking in the desert. Now this photo really hit me hard.
What was I doing here?
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