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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

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.

BLACK and WHITE

BLACK and WHITE
and it ain't the cookie

 Joy Krauthammer


Low, long,
deep throaty moans, meows.
Big black cat
stands on haunches
face to face with
large black and white cat
lying down.

Action on
couch cushion,
couchless
foam stuffing protruding.
Cat's claws?

Several feet high
on top of
piled furniture
he doesn't move.
Is it a him? 

His territory, he groans.
Or are they mating
by my bedroom door?

Intruders
at the far end
of my back porch.
I listen to the choir
from the distance
wondering what is
their intention.

I can see,
peering out into
the dark of night
from my kitchen window
near where I type
just past midnight,
the action with sound
and it ain't healing.

Good.
Maybe they are black and white
mice police.
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