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Joy Serves G*d in Joy as a passionate performing percussionist, poet, publisher, photographer, publicist, sound healer, spiritual guide, artist, gardener and Gemini. "Ivdu Et Hashem B'Simcha" -Psalm 100:2 ....... Joy Krauthammer, active in the Jewish Renewal, Feminist, and neo-Chasidic worlds for over three decades, kabbalistically leads Jewish women's life-cycle rituals. ... Workshops, and Bands are available for all Shuls, Sisterhoods, Rosh Chodeshes, Retreats, Concerts, Conferences & Festivals. ... My kavanah/intention is that my creative expressive gifts are inspirational, uplifting and joyous. In gratitude, I love doing mitzvot/good deeds, and connecting people in joy. In the zechut/merit of Reb Shlomo Carlebach, zt'l, I mamash love to help make our universe a smaller world, one REVEALING more spiritual consciousness, connection, compassion, and chesed/lovingkindness; to make visible the Face of the Divine... VIEW MY COMPLETE PROFILE and enjoy all offerings.... For BOOKINGS write: joyofwisdom1 at gmail.com, leave a COMMENT below, or call me. ... "Don't Postpone Joy" bear photo montage by Joy. Click to enlarge. BlesSings, Joy

JOY'S POEMS ... "You G*d are the Compassion, the Strength, the Beauty, the Victory, the Splendor, and the Foundation of everything in Heaven and on Earth." (1 Chronicles 1:29) ... I see Your Face in All Nature that I photograph. ... ... http://joys-poems.blogspot.com/ . . . Click "Older Posts" on lower right of each post page for MORE earlier posted stories and art.

Serve G*d With Joy

In passion, I paint my poetry with prayers and photos.

Ivdu Et HaShem B'Simcha
Joy Krauthammer ©

All photos, images, collages, art by Joy Krauthammer ©
unless Joy is in non-remote photo.

I Awake the Dawn

''I will awake the dawn...’' - King David (Shulchan Aruch) 
Sheyeha Hu Meorer HaShachar
 הוא מעורר השחר  שיהא 

I Awake the Dawn

Early each morning before dawn, joyously
 I again begin my day in wonder, like a child, 
at the edge of the cliff, closest to the horizon and the rising sun. 
For an hour today, from 5:30am, 
with camera in my hands, 
I am blown over again and again
 by the powerful gusts of wind cleaning the sky
 and distant mountains, 
and I smile 
in the radiance of G*d’s colorful surprises.

May your day be bright.
Love and blesSings, 
Joy Krauthammer ©  11.18.2014

Sunrise Sunstar
Garden of Joy
© Joy Krauthammer  11.18.2014

© Joy Krauthammer 
Garden of Joy

Sunrise Sunstar 
Garden of Joy
© Joy Krauthammer   11.19.2014

Garden of Joy 
© Joy Krauthammer   11.17.2014

Radiant Strength of Shechina

Psalms of My Soul
ספירת העומר

Gevurah sh b'Malchut
Sephirat HaOmer day 44
6 weeks and 2 days of the Omer

Radiant Strength of Shechina

From where does my strength come
That I "Serve G*d With Joy"? - Psalm 100:2

In my garden 
each morning for my prayers, 
I face East toward Jerusalem. 
I feel the Indwelling Presence, 
the strength of the Holy One 
infuse me with the Glory of Gifts.

In the darkness, 
waiting for sun to rise, 
my heart expands 
in joy receiving arrival 
of colors aligned 
amongst clouds 
and mountains 
and seen through trees, 
of the rising sun. 

The swift hummingbird sits 
quietly observing 
atop the fig tree, 
and nearby, 
Ms. Mockingbird sings 
also on an uppermost branch, 
and radiance 
appears to our world 
with a starburst 
of transcendent brilliance. 
I am already full,  
full as Malchut.

 -  Joy Krauthammer

Mockingbird & Hummingbird
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more of G*d's Glory:

Sunrise After Light Rain

Sunrise After Light Rain
© Joy Krauthammer   1.31.2014 

Baruch Hashem, we had sprinkles last night.

Bright red sunrise light
long narrow stretch
appears on the eastern horizon 
above the San Gabriel and Verdugo Mountains. 

Red flash quickly lightens in east
and bright red travels 
 all the way along horizon
to the Santa Monica Mountains
in the south.

“O G*d, You are my G*d; at early dawn will I seek You. My soul thirsts for You; 
my flesh longs for You, in a dry and weary land without water."  (Psalm 63:2)

Hummingbird on Fig Tree

© Joy Krauthammer

Hummingbird on Fig Tree

- Joy Krauthammer

This morning of Jan. 17th, it is the 20th anniversary
 of the deadly Northridge Earthquake.
That morning I was in my Northridge home.
Today a terrible wild fire takes 22 homes,
and 1,700 Angeles National Forest community acres,
and the sunrise color is strangely red.
Today is my husband's, z'l, yahrzeit, Jan. 17,  17 Tevet,
but today is 16 Shvat.
  He died 8 years ago.
It is a morning filled with darkness.
I don't want to photograph the morning.

I hear a Hummingbird and look up to the top of the Fig tree, 
this week of Tu B'Shvat, birthday of the trees,
and see the tiny bird sitting on a barren branch, and it makes me smile.
For a fleeting moment 
another Hummingbird joins the first.
There is light.
I photograph.

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© Joy Krauthammer 

© Joy Krauthammer 



during Porter Ranch Aliso Canyon Gas Leak Blowout
took flight two years ago   or  they died.

Precious singing Mockingbirds 
never returned.
Magnificent symphonies stilled.
My heart broken.

Greeting each day,
facing East on high hillside
they perched on fence or
atop twigs of prickly pyracantha.

Hummingbirds nearby 
sat quietly alert on tallest thin branch of my big mama fig tree.
Easy to view when winter’s winds tear away fig leaves.
On guard duty, turning their heads
Hummer's bodies glistened in the sun
as they listened to sweet songs from their feathered friends.

Every early morning from sunrise with camera in hand
I captured their golden and awesome shimmering iridescent breasts
and recorded their song.

I miss them; I look up and they are not there.
My beloved companions remain deep in my heart,
my Hummers and Mockingbirds.
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"Happy are they that dwell in Your house,  they are ever praising Thee."
-  Psalm 84:5
אַשְׁרֵי יוֹשְׁבֵי בֵיתֶךָ, עוֹד יְהַלְלוּךָ סֶּלָה
Ashrei yoshvei veitecha, od y’hallelucha, selah!

Joy Krauthammer  12.17.2017
very windy and dry
on a day that by mandatory fire orders, 16,000 people have taken flight
and evacuated from the ferocious disastrous fires near Santa Barbara
third worst in nation
only an hour from the Gas Leak Blowout -worst in America’s history- that lasted many months.

poem submitted to The Deronda Review

My feathered friends gone now, yet still heard on my YouTube “Ripple Reflections #2” 

   6 photos from Garden of Joy        © Joy Krauthammer 

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Flight to Heaven


On a flight in 1994 
high in the sky
At first
I had my usual anxious reaction. 
I can die.

This flight, different
I then said to myself
It’s OK if I die.
I’ll join my Rebbe, z”l in Heaven. 
I didn’t.

Joy Krauthammer

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Fallen Red Leaves

Fall's Fallen Red Leaves

- Joy Krauthammer

Fall's fallen red leaves
make my heart skip a beat
and my feet 
skip in joy.

© Joy Krauthammer

Early morning, 
silly I feel
 jumping into the little pile of leaves
moist with evening's foggy dew.

Autumn 2013 

Fall's fallen foliage
peak in redness.
Please peek at picture.

Sharing the only red leaves
I've encountered in LA.

love and blesSings, Joy

© Joy Krauthammer

Love lone Liquidambar styraciflua, 
sweet gum tree in Santa Monica.
Five pointed leaves turn crimson, flutter down. 
Their fruit-- spiky, prickly hard round pods,
hang over my parked car.

On a thick foggy fall,
early Sunday morning
as I squat on the damp ground
and photograph beauty,
walkers go silently past. 

Do they see the brilliant red leaves
 solely on this tree?

- Joy Krauthammer

Liquidambar styraciflua red leaves
© Joy Krauthammer   12.2017  Encino

Liquidambar styraciflua red leaf
© Joy Krauthammer 

Liquidambar styraciflua red leaves
© Joy Krauthammer 

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Homage to Mom

Homage to Mom

 © Joy Krauthammer

 © Joy Krauthammer

Agave at LACMA

- Joy Krauthammer

Agave, shot for this week's "Green" theme 
for 52 Frames, on-line photo group.

While I was editing/cropping Agave, 
I had a visceral jolt, 
and also suddenly realized for first time 
that my photo looked like my mother's, obm, art,
all green (which I truly couldn't stand) 
agave and leaves painting 
from 50-60 years ago.

Art mostly hanging on walls of our NY home, now gone,
over the green upholstered, down feather couch
which I wasn't allowed to sit on.
(No plastic covering!)

I still have a metal serving tray
with Mom's painted green agave
and her poem written on tray back. 
Turn over the tray.

Shocking that I had no idea
I was so connected to Mom from so long ago. 
She, too, before me, was also
a poet, photographer, multi-dimensional artist, and a gardener,
 but Mom died young, 49 years old, over 44 years ago.

Mom had worked WW II in the Pentagon
and in the aftermath of the Holocaust,
the only religion statement I heard growing up,
Mom would say out loud,
"How can there be a G*d?"

Maybe Mom is helping G*d to paint the sunrise...

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"In the hour of False Dawn
The Beasts of Burden appear
Dun-Colored, one with the earth
Silhouetted dimly against the promise
Of a rising sun."

- Libby M. Melton

The green couch in poem, I trucked from NY to Maryland to cousins for them to enjoy.
 A great couch, even if green.  - Joy

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Compassion Haiku

Compassion Haiku

friend dying at home

holding hands, and saying Bye

I bring her my joy

- Joy Krauthammer

© Joy Krauthammer

Cancer kills too young

Tishrei arrives in hours

Friend enters new year

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No Camera Haiku

No Camera Haiku

Mesmerized by sky
Pink purple sunset color
Camera not used

- Joy Krauthammer

Sunrise Pine Haiku

Sunrise Pine 
© Joy Krauthammer

Big pine blocks my view
40 years old hides sunrise
red glows through needles.

- Joy Krauthammer

Sunrise Palm

© Joy Krauthammer

Sunrise Palm

Unprotected in the powerful wind, 
trying not to be blown over, I wait
until the palm lifts her feathery frond
to envelope and reveal the rising sun.

- Joy Krauthammer

Full Moon Haiku

August Blue Moon
©  Joy Krauthammer


By light of full moon,
my garden I watered well.
Moonlight touched my skin.

- Joy Krauthammer

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Ruach Moon, Canby, Oregon
© Joy Krauthammer    7.9.2014

Geese In Flight Haiku

Geese In Flight

Waiting for the sun
looking toward the Old City
G*d's beauty meets me

- Joy Krauthammer

River of Light

River of Light 
Painted Path

by Joy Krauthammer © 

Torah, a path to follow, 
sometimes through a dense forest, 
with Light guiding the way, 
and painted with the colors of the rainbow. 

Path may be curvy or straight, 
short or long, 
narrow or wide, 
deep or shallow. 

Is the path rapid or slow, 
high or level? 
Familiar or new? 
Easy to follow or not? 
Filled with delights or difficulties?

Torah gives place to pause.
(as do stones in a stream)
Breathe deeply, reflect, and listen.  
From flowing waters, 
varied sounds are heard 
as many voices are heard in Torah. 

The ear of the heart
can flow to the heart of G*d 
in silence or sound. 
Quiet the mind. 
Shema / listen
What do you hear?

What is my path, 
my purpose toward the Divine One?
Do rocks, challenges, become obstacles (to a well), 
or provide places to step higher on the path?

Can you hear the sounds of water 
tinkle, splash, rush
falling, passing over the stones? 
Is the heart awakened?

In the quiet shade of trees, 
high, by a cliff,
Big Sur
overlooking the ocean, 
I have sat 
on raised stones 
in a gentle mountain spring, 
and played my Tibetan singing bowl.  

I sing Shalom / peace. I am grateful.  I am at Onement. 

-  Joy Krauthammer

G*d is Love
We are created B'Tzelem Elokim / in the image of G*d.
River of Light 
of our illuminated heart 
lives in the path of the Tree of Life.
Beginning with Chesed / Loving-Kindness 
to Malchut / Shekhina's Presence of full Light, 
49 Gates of our emotions and actions
 flow through the heart
from the Source.
-  Joy

Genesis 2:10  A river watering the garden flowed from Eden;
Psalm 46:4  There is a River whose streams make glad the City of G*d. 
Psalm 23:2  He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters.

Water as a metaphor for Torah. 
There is no water except Torah.  Bava Kama 17A
"O, all who are thirsty, come for water."  Isaiah 55:1

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Molalla River
Canby, Oregon
© Joy Krauthammer  July 2014
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