TRELLIS of JOY

TRELLIS  of  JOY
 - Joy Krauthammer

Today I continue

the moist delicious planting

of my glorious garden

where G*d's presence 

revealed

is vibrant

to my eyes,

nose,

ears, 

hands,

muddied feet, 
and heart

in happy lively colors,

organic shapes,

forms,

textures

and luscious aromas.

I listen

to the birds

sing with joy

and watch

the great lizard

in its stillness.

May my fountain flow

again.

Come, join me 

under the shade

of my fig tree

and drink with me,

sun tea.
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Today I have been reading about trellises, and the vines that need to grow vertically via vertical or horizontal supports, depending on whether they tendril, twine, scramble or adhere.   I bought a Passion Fruit-Passiflora, a Pandorea Jasminoides Vine, and a Lavender Trumpet Vine-Clytostoma Callistegioides for my growing garden sanctuary, and filled it also with more favorite roses. 

For my husband (now paralyzed), I build a bigger garden.

I used to create and transform with clay; my pots occupied so much space.

My poet friend, Ruthie, has shown me that I can transform and trellis these words of my heart and soul.

Love,

 JOY

May 2004

"We have 613 commandments. The last one is probably the most important because it includes all the others:  kitvu lachem et hashira hazot. To be Jewish means to be a poet. There is poetry in the Jewish existence and we are commanded to see its poetic dimension. We are to write it down in order to share it with as many people as possible; every Jew is commanded to read the Torah, to write it and thus transmit it."

 - Elie Wiesel "Against Silence"

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I AWAIT THE SUN

I  AWAIT THE SUN


- Joy Krauthammer


A blessing

this early morn

sunrise

shining bright white light

narrow horozontal rim

top edging

thickly layered dark rain clouds

above and beyond

the Valley's mountains.
 
 
Sunday, Nov 21, 2004

I Await the Sun
© Joy Krauthammer
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More sunrise and sunset photos from Joy:
http://joys-favorite-fotos.blogspot.com/2012/05/clouds-of-glory.html
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DRUMMING

Drumming, Drumming, Drumming

Women drumming, Women dancing.

I am sunning, I am singing

I am dancing, I am drumming

I am blesSing, I am loving, I am holy

I am drumming

on the conga, on the djembe, on my dumbek

I release

I let go

I breathe

I am free

- by Joy Krauthammer

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(What is "sunning"?

It is basking in the warmth of the Light and radiating it out into the universe.)

I AM IN AWE

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Joy's Sunrise World
© Joy Krauthammer

I AM IN AWE
Before Dawn


- Joy Krauthammer

11-26-2002


I am in Awe

With gratitude
saying my prayers
I stand barefoot
on the cold grass
at the furthest edge
of my garden.

I have arisen
with the early morning
to greet the Light
to watch G*d’s colors
paint the sky.

Even the mountains
encircling my San Fernando Valley
are visible, twinkling clear.
They frame
my favorite purples and pinks
across the blue
on the horizon.

From my hillside
the colors I see transform
through the tall pine trees
which did not block my view
twenty-five years ago.

Strangely, and I confirm
with my compass
this transparent, art happening
miracle of the Holy One
is in the south.

Maybe G*d’s breath
has blown and swept the sun
from the east.

Ah, there she is,
bright sun
rising in the east
peeking through
revealed through
my apricot tree’s
changing colors leaves.

Now inside, the early light
shining through my window
makes translucent
the purple petals
of the bearded irises.

I am in awe.

Purple bearded iris
©  Joy Krauthammer

More of Joy's sunrise and sunset photos:
http://joys-favorite-fotos.blogspot.com/2012/05/clouds-of-glory.html
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VISIONS PAST DAWN

VISIONS PAST DAWN

- Joy Krauthammer

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VISIONS PAST DAWN

ARE MY PRAYER

MY PRAISE

FOLLOWING EXQUISITE SUNRISE

A MOMENT AGO

ECSTATIC DISCOVERY

I HAVE NEVER BEFORE SEEN
DELICATE

TINY TRANSLUCENT TISSUE ENCASED FLAT SEEDS

INDIVIDUALLY PACKAGED

FOR NATURE 

ESCAPED FROM

BROWN BUMPY HARD SHELLED CLAM-LIKE

BLOOMING

PURPLE FLOWERED

FEATHERY LEAFED

JACARANDA TREE

SEED POD.
FALLEN ON THE GROUND

JOYOUSLY I COLLECT THEM

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and I thought I was happy earlier

during morning sunrise

seeing the shadow figure

very long, tall

of the tree trimmer man,

macho machine in hand,

vision on the far hillside white wall

when I went out to look

in the distance.

The shadow confirmed

that I did hear

the mysterious ((((bbrrrringgg)))) cutting sound

through the intercom in the kitchen

connected to Marcel's

open window bedroom intercom

I had forgotten to disconnect

while he is again

in the hospital.

Sometimes I see

 the shadow of a bird

and separately hear

its sweet song.

to my friend, luv for a Holy City Shabbat,

JOY

November 19, 2004
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Noe Ortega trimming trees
His shadow I saw and heard his sound.
© Joy Krauthammer

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