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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.

DARK CHOCOLATE COVERED MACADAMIAS

WANT ONE?
lush hand-painted
jacket's large velvet pocket
holding cookies
© Joy Krauthammer
























DARK CHOCOLATE COVERED MACADAMIAS

- by Joy Krauthammer


What paradise. What joy.
From a baker I bought a bag of big
macadamia and dark chocolate chip
hand-made cookies.
I chose them, one by one
from the bakery shelves.

I ate them, bite by bite,
all myself, as I walked
the streets of Boston,
listening attentively
to a church steeple bell
chime to eleven the time,
as I broke apart
the melting chocolate treasure,
piece by piece,
out of my lush hand-painted
jacket's large velvet pocket.

To top it off, dayenu / enough
the luscious cookies were
"two for one" that day,
and I did not even know it.
Maybe the cookie bakers realized
Passover was arriving
and wanted us Jews
to enjoy our cookie freedom
before the journey
and Exodus
with matzoh / flat baked bread.

If I thought
those cookies were decadent,
yesterday for my Gemini birthday,
at Trader Joe's I splurged
on a whole container
of smooth,
dark chocolate covered macadamia nuts.
No cookie dough needed.
On the shelf,
dozens of chocolate covered delights
to choose from.
No sunflower seeds for me, nor edamames.
Not even the cherries.
Surely not milk chocolate
even if they cover cashews.
I passed over
the frozen chocolate mousse cups,
and chocolate cheesecake.
Too indulgent for one,
I mused.

Dayenu, to just have one
pure, round, white macadamia,
bringing me to visions of Hawaii,
aloha vacations past in the sun,
snorkeling in warm ocean water.
Which do I love more?

Here in the Valley of the desert,
I have a whole box of bountiful, beautiful,
large, dark chocolate covered macadamia nuts,
each an individual exquisite organic form,
delicious, savory crunchy morsels
with lingering flavor.

One by one, in rapture,
I pleasure myself with memories.
out of my jacket's large velvet pocket.
I am grateful that G*d loves chocolate.

Will I share them?
Want one?

WANT ONE?
Cookies
 in lush hand-painted
jacket's large velvet pocket
art jacket by Alexis, One Wing
self portrait © Joy Krauthammer

CHAG SAMEACH

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PISTACHIO HALVAH

ODE TO A CHUNK OF PISTACHIO HALVAH


~ Joy Krauthammer


Oh, to celebrate my birthday,
what do I desire?
HALVAH, delicious Pistachio Halvah
Blended in whole nuts, not pieces.

Age 18, I received Pistachio Halvah
via my aunt, from her Turkish man, Nuri.
With the memory, I still salivate.

When I was a child
my parents gave to me
on each birthday
a small jar of baby Gherkin pickles.
They lasted until the next year
on my birthday.
How?
Each day, carefully
I took a very small bite
out of a pickle from the jar
and put back the reduced pickle.

My friend from age 13, Sheila, still
recalls my ritual
of the single wee pickle bite
to last all year, my delight.
I let Sheila have a baby pickle baby bite.

How could something
briny, bumpy and green
have been so precious?
(This year, 48 years later
I have pickled my own pickles.)

Now I'm 61, friend Rochelle
listens to my desires,
and from Turkey
shleps all the way,
Pistachio Halvah for me.
Am I so easy to please?
On my birthday at shul, I receive it.
How holy can be Halvah and Rochelle!

Pistachio Halvah
won't last
until my next birthday
because
I share it
and
I eat chunks.

Oh, Pistachio Halvah
you taste so good
all the way from Turkey
with Rochelle
whose heart is so big and so kind
to remember what I like and for me
"ropes" in Pistachio Halvah
and crosses 'customs'
with my precious cargo.

Pistachio Halvah is here
always at the local Turkish store, but
it would not be a gift of love to me.
.
.

TRESPASSING FEAR

Trespassing Boundaries and Fear

Joy trespassing her own boundaries and fear
© Nadav


Trespassing Boundaries and Fear

- Joy Krauthammer

Afraid of the water, 
I couldn't cross over Sedona's icy Oak Creek
to get to the other side.

Trespassing my own boundaries and fear
With encouragement from a friend 
Over the long narrow log I walked 
as if a trapeze wire.
I did it.

 On the other side, 
Joy is revealed.