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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.


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,
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?

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.

Maybe they are black and white
mice police.

Libby's Poem

Mom, obm, was an amazing artist creating in every medium, a gardener, and also a poet. She loved writing limericks. Here's a poem on the back of her desert painting (on a serving tray) of Mexican farmers with their donkey leaving to go to work.

"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" 


Mom died in 1969, age 49.
And at age 16 Mom was the book reviewer for the Atlanta Constitution, the news paper of the South. 
Mom loved writing rhyming limericks. 
Can you imagine my mom with a southern twang... drawl...? (She suffered so much with cancer pain.) Wish she could have known my family filled with artists, and even her own mom, z"l, who painted into her late 80's, 2 more decades after Mom died.