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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.

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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