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From Left Field

graduation motherhood pride quintessence training Jan 29, 2025

My little one is a leftie. 

Is it just me, or is that one of those things mothers notice right away - the first time their kids pick up scissors or leave a streak of crayon on the wall?

There’s something about him being a lil' leftie it that fills me with pride. Maybe it’s because I come from a family of lefties and ambidextrous siblings. It feels like our little superpower - this touch of unpredictability, creativity, and cool.

My husband, on the other hand, sees it differently. He comes from a lineage of sofrim (*religious scribes), so to him, a left-handed child means something else entirely. It means our son won’t write a Sefer Torah like his father and grandfathers before him.

As parents, we all want to see our kids succeed, but so much of what we call “success” is shaped by where we come from and the dreams we’ve carried for ourselves.

And despite our individual preferences, to Deeds, a crayon is just a crayon. A streak of blue on his sister’s bedroom wall - and a moment of mischief managed. 

He’s about to turn three now, and while there are so many prayers I carry in my heart for him - his heart is full of simpler things - a party, balloons, cake, and maybe some shiny new pots for his kitchen center.

He’s going to make his own way in this world, find his own rhythm, and juggle it all - left-handed.

As a mom, all I can do is pray, trust, and remind myself: he’s got this.

Next month, we’ll be celebrating his upsherinish - just a few days after I return from the graduation module of the QuintEssence Breathwork Facilitator cohort.

This is a milestone for 22 incredible individuals who first stepped into this space last May. Back then, they knew next to nothing about facilitating breathwork. Now, after 300+ hours of training and 40+ client practicums, they’ve grown into facilitators whose skills, presence, and depth have surpassed even my wildest dreams.

You can reach out to them for sessions and experience the magic yourself. 

Watching students graduate is both scary and magical. Because they’re not mini versions of me.

From the first moment we sat in a circle together, I made it clear: they would graduate as their own unique selves. The world doesn’t need carbon copies of me. The world needs each of us to be the fullest expression of who we were created to be.

And some of my students, of course, are taking their magic into the world left-handed.

It’s beautiful to see.

When I watch them facilitate, I see glimpses of the pieces they’ve learned and integrated from me—but even more amazing, is when I see them leaning into their own strengths, their own voices, their own brilliance.

This training wasn’t just about checking boxes and signing off on a certificate. Graduation isn’t the responsibility of the student; I see it as the responsibility of the teacher.

That’s why I spend a full year with each cohort, co-creating a curriculum tailored to their needs, skills, and dreams.

By the time they graduate, they’re not just students - they’re colleagues, friends, and family.

We’ve shared simchas, prayed for each other’s children, celebrated births, grieved losses, laughed, cried, and supported one another through life’s highs and lows. The love, connection, and trust we’ve built are beyond words.

Now they’re stepping out into the world—each on their own path, but deeply connected. They collaborate, send each other clients, exchange ideas, and cheer one another on. 

It’s the proudest a teacher could be.

They’re not copies of me. They’re so much more.

Some are heading into the world left-handed—unconventional, creative, a little unpredictable. That’s their superpower.

I’m not talking about them being lefties, of course.

Their real superpower lies in how they’ve been nurtured by a community and a space who believed in them, supported them, and loved them into being, every step of the way.

Just like my lil' leftie, ready to take on the world.

With all that’s left, 

Fally

* I’m amazed and humbled at the interest so many have shown for joining the next cohort of training. Applications will open in March, and Module 1 happens in May. To stay in the loop, get on the waitlist here

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