Can't Sleep, Can't Eat, Just Breathing
May 15, 2025
It’s happening!
We haven’t even started Azamra yet and I’m already in that can’t-sleep, weird-dreams, slightly-sweaty-but-glowing state. Delirious with joy. Anxious in the best way. My body knows something’s up.
Every single time I’m about to launch something big like a training, or a workshop…something like this happens.
My body needs some down days….a kid gets kicked out of school…another one breaks something, (trust, a window, my spirit, take your pick.)...everything goes wrong....the stock market goes insane….administrative tasks (bane of my existence) pile up….I forget how to sleep…and then I remember,
Energy is moving.
Something’s coming.
It’s like the tectonic plates of my whole life start rumbling to make room for the download.
Same as the calendar.
We’re halfway between Egypt and Sinai.
The Sefiros are lining up inside of us like frequencies on a dial.
Every day fine-tuning, clearing static, building resonance
The 19 other wild souls in our group chat are feeling it too.
Most of them have never met but are already bonded over coffee brands (we’ve voted on Death Wish), early morning gym runs, Daf Yomi chavrusas, and an escalating debate over whether I’ll be sharing my air. (Answer: I do not share. Although, if you have a first or second printing of the book Labels for Laibel, you’ll notice its dedicated to me. There’s a very cool story about how that came to be!)
Someone said it feels like camp.
Someone else said it feels like home.
And someone casually dropped the word “cult” but in a cool way. IYKYK.
Also? I made a pretty major typo in my last email and not one person called me out on it. Which makes me weirdly proud.
Because I’m a public mess-upper.
Not a polished performer.
Life doesn't need us to get it right.
Life's about getting real, acknowledging what is.
And finding the unshakeable perfection in that.
Especially tonight, Lag Ba’Omer.
Hod she’b’Hod.
Glory within glory.
The day of radiant humility that says:
You don’t need to be perfect.
Just be here.
Fully.
With your weird dreams, your good coffee, your typo-laden emails and your whole beating heart.
Which brings me to utter hilarity of being called out as “Sacred meets Savage” in a bio I asked chatGPT to mock up for me. I’m totally roasted and honored at the same time.
Because it’s true. This work is kodesh. But it’s also feral. Primal. Hilarious. Sweaty. Alive.
And if you were enjoying these emails and worried I’d go quiet soon?
Not a chance. I have a case full of quarters waiting. (Don’t know what I mean by quarters? Read about it here.)
There’s a lot happening in my world this summer.
You’re still going to hear from me, there’s always more coming.
Count on it.
Sacred. Savage. Slightly sleep-deprived.
If you’re not in this round of Azamra, don’t worry, there’s something else forming.
Like, Vessel, my flagship program, and it’s coming soon.
Open to both men and women, it’s the everyday adventure you didn’t know you needed.
Magic in the mundane.
The thing that finally aligns all your therapeutic efforts and gives your life that click of meaning and coherence.
It might sound far off (technically we begin after Sukkos), but you’ll be getting some awesome Vessel content way before then.
Make sure you’re on the waitlist!
Because you’ll feel it right away. Even before we begin, something in you will already start to shift. The work works you way before we meet in the space. The proof in the pudding? The Azamra Treble Makers are already feeling it.
And yes, I’ve already named them that in my head
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