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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.

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Sunrise After Light Rain



Sunrise After Light Rain
© Joy Krauthammer   1.31.2014 

Baruch Hashem, we had sprinkles last night.

Bright red sunrise light
long narrow stretch
appears on the eastern horizon 
above the San Gabriel and Verdugo Mountains. 

Red flash quickly lightens in east
and bright red travels 
 all the way along horizon
to the Santa Monica Mountains
in the south.
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“O G*d, You are my G*d; at early dawn will I seek You. My soul thirsts for You; 
my flesh longs for You, in a dry and weary land without water."  (Psalm 63:2)

Hummingbird on Fig Tree



© Joy Krauthammer

Hummingbird on Fig Tree

- Joy Krauthammer

This morning of Jan. 17th, it is the 20th anniversary
 of the deadly Northridge Earthquake.
That morning I was in my Northridge home.
Today a terrible wild fire takes 22 homes,
and 1,700 Angeles National Forest community acres,
and the sunrise color is strangely red.
Today is my husband's, z'l, yahrzeit, Jan. 17,  17 Tevet,
but today is 16 Shvat.
  He died 8 years ago.
It is a morning filled with darkness.
I don't want to photograph the morning.
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I hear a Hummingbird 
and look up to the top of the Mama Fig tree, 
this week of Tu B'Shvat, Birthday of the Trees,
and see the tiny iridescent-colored bird
sitting on a freshly pruned barren branch,
and I smile.

For a fleeting dawn moment 
a second Hummer joins the first.
There is light.
I photograph.

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© Joy Krauthammer 



© Joy Krauthammer 




Flight



Happy that "Flight" is accepted and published into Israel's The Deronda Review,
 a magazine of poetry and thought Vol. 7 No. 2 2018  page 27 of 44
The Deronda Review, vol. VII no. 2 (2018) may be read or downloaded in .pdf format here or in .html format here!
page  27 of 44
seen here:


"...If a poem
these days is anything, it constitutes
an overture of friendship to whoever
can read it and receive the poet’s meaning –
that is, to fellow-poets, since there is
practically no lay audience at present." 
- The Deronda Review
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My feathered friends gone now, yet still heard on my YouTube “Ripple Reflections #2” 


I think my photos are quiet poems and my friends read them. - Joy


"Happy are they that dwell in Your house,  they are ever praising Thee."
-  Psalm 84:5
אַשְׁרֵי יוֹשְׁבֵי בֵיתֶךָ, עוֹד יְהַלְלוּךָ סֶּלָה
Ashrei yoshvei veitecha, od y’hallelucha, selah!

Joy Krauthammer  12.17.2017
very windy and dry
on a day that by mandatory fire orders, 104,607 residents evacuated, have taken flight
from the ferocious disastrous Thomas fires near Santa Barbara
began 12.4.2017 lasting for weeks
third worst in nation
then later first worst fire in nation
281,893 acres

1,063 Structures Destroyed,
   280 Structures Damaged
only an hour from the Gas Leak Blowout -worst in America’s history- that lasted many months.
     


When I accepted the position of ARTS editor of the Jewish Calendar Magazine in 1982, I told the publisher that I would ONLY take the job if I could publish poetry. I named my column Chai Lights for the next dozen years in Magazine and couple dozen more years on-line. 
I had met a child survivor of the Holocaust, Suzanne Szekely, and as an adult to survive her earlier traumatic memories, she was writing poetry. To be supportive, I wanted her poems published and that is what I did. 
At times I still see poets whose poems I had published—Florence Weinberger and Chana Bell.  
Now my poems are in print. 
Thank you to Israel's Esther Cameron and Mindy Aber for publishing me in The Deronda Review.
Personal poet friends Ruth Fogelman, Jean Katz and Marty Cohn Spiegel have guided me. 
I am grateful. - Joy Krauthammer

   below-- 6 photos from Garden of Joy        © Joy Krauthammer 

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“Flight”  
by Joy Krauthammer           

Birds 
during Porter Ranch Aliso Canyon Gas Leak Blowout
took flight two years ago   or  they died.

Precious singing Mockingbirds 
never returned.
Magnificent symphonies stilled.
My heart broken.

Greeting each day,
facing East on high hillside
they perched on fence or
atop twigs of prickly pyracantha.

Hummingbirds nearby 
sat quietly alert on tallest thin branch of my big mama fig tree.
Easy to view when winter’s winds tear away fig leaves.
On guard duty, turning their heads
Hummer's bodies glistened in the sun
as they listened to sweet songs from their friends.

Every early morning from sunrise with camera in hand
I captured their golden and awesome shimmering iridescent breasts
and recorded their song.

I miss them; I look up and they are not there.
My beloved companions remain deep in my heart,
my Hummers and Mockingbirds.
                  ~
Reprinted above in case photo is ill. 
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Another 'Flight' poem:  
http://joys-poems.blogspot.com/2014/01/flight-to-heaven.html


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



Liquidambar styraciflua red leaves
© Joy Krauthammer   12.2017  Encino


Liquidambar styraciflua red leaf
© Joy Krauthammer 


Liquidambar styraciflua red leaves
© Joy Krauthammer 



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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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POEM ON PAINTED TRAY

"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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Compassion Haiku


Compassion Haiku


friend dying at home

holding hands, and saying Bye

I bring her my joy


- Joy Krauthammer



© Joy Krauthammer




Cancer kills too young

Tishrei arrives in hours

Friend enters new year

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No Camera Haiku



No Camera Haiku


Mesmerized by sky
Pink purple sunset color
Camera not used

- Joy Krauthammer


Sunrise Pine Haiku

Sunrise Pine 
© Joy Krauthammer


Big pine blocks my view
40 years old hides sunrise
red glows through needles.

- Joy Krauthammer

Sunrise Palm



© Joy Krauthammer

Sunrise Palm

Unprotected in the powerful wind, 
trying not to be blown over, I wait
until the palm lifts her feathery frond
to envelope and reveal the rising sun.

- Joy Krauthammer
12.2013

Full Moon Haiku


August Blue Moon
©  Joy Krauthammer


Moonlight

By light of full moon,
my garden I watered well.
Moonlight touched my skin.

- Joy Krauthammer

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Ruach Moon, Canby, Oregon
© Joy Krauthammer    7.9.2014



Geese In Flight Haiku



Geese In Flight

Waiting for the sun
looking toward the Old City
G*d's beauty meets me


- Joy Krauthammer

River of Light



River of Light 
Painted Path

by Joy Krauthammer © 


Torah, a path to follow, 
sometimes through a dense forest, 
with Light guiding the way, 
and painted with the colors of the rainbow. 

Path may be curvy or straight, 
short or long, 
narrow or wide, 
deep or shallow. 

Is the path rapid or slow, 
high or level? 
Familiar or new? 
Easy to follow or not? 
Filled with delights or difficulties?


Torah gives place to pause.
(as do stones in a stream)
Breathe deeply, reflect, and listen.  
From flowing waters, 
varied sounds are heard 
as many voices are heard in Torah. 

The ear of the heart
can flow to the heart of G*d 
in silence or sound. 
Quiet the mind. 
Shema / listen
What do you hear?


What is my path, 
my purpose toward the Divine One?
Do rocks, challenges, become obstacles (to a well), 
or provide places to step higher on the path?

Shema. 
Can you hear the sounds of water 
tinkle, splash, rush
falling, passing over the stones? 
Is the heart awakened?


In the quiet shade of trees, 
high, by a cliff,
Big Sur
overlooking the ocean, 
I have sat 
on raised stones 
in a gentle mountain spring, 
and played my Tibetan singing bowl.  

I sing Shalom / peace. I am grateful.  I am at Onement. 

-  Joy Krauthammer
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G*d is Love
We are created B'Tzelem Elokim / in the image of G*d.
River of Light 
of our illuminated heart 
lives in the path of the Tree of Life.
Beginning with Chesed / Loving-Kindness 
to Malchut / Shekhina's Presence of full Light, 
49 Gates of our emotions and actions
 flow through the heart
from the Source.
-  Joy



Genesis 2:10  A river watering the garden flowed from Eden;
Psalm 46:4  There is a River whose streams make glad the City of G*d. 
Psalm 23:2  He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters.

Water as a metaphor for Torah. 
There is no water except Torah.  Bava Kama 17A
"O, all who are thirsty, come for water."  Isaiah 55:1

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Molalla River
Canby, Oregon
© Joy Krauthammer  July 2014
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