This is one of those weeks: I am all talked out.

And I rarely say anything twice. I expressed it once, and I am done with it.

34 years ago I started my journey from misery to The Promised Land… It was promised… and I went for it.

It was the last weekend of August back in 1985.

I snuck away from Jerusalem, where I lived at the time. Took the 2-hour bride to Haifa, took a taxi, and voila, my journey began.

It was a Communication Workshop. In Hebrew. My Hebrew was good enough to do work, but was pretty meager for transformational work, so it wasn’t till the last day that I understood a full sentence.

But that didn’t prevent me from having a breakthrough.

I was molested by my father when I was preschool girl… And I carried a lot of resentment, anger, hate… self-pity.

In an exercise I said the words, to a stand-in for my father, words that set me free: “You never married me”.

It was so ridiculous and at the same time so revealing, that it set me free.

I didn’t have the vocabulary why that little interaction turned out to be so monumental, until I read the book “The Art of Hunting Humans” by Sydney Mazzi.

In that he likens communication, interactions, to interactions between different…