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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
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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.

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
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