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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


ספירת העומר

Kabbalistic Sephirat HaOmer
Malchut sh b'Tiferet - day 21, 3 full weeks of 7 Sephirot

Majesty in Mountain Beauty
"From where does my help come?"
"I shall lift my eyes to the mountain." Psalm 121.

How do we reach the mountain, when seemingly so far?
Bring it all down to the fullest day of Malchut in our week of Tiferet.
What cloud of Glory covers our personal mountain?

- Joy Krauthammer

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more majesty:

A few years ago when leaving to do a mitzvah, to prepare and set up a home for a friend Moriah's, z"l, funeral for a 'condolence meal' and Shiva for the returning family and friends, I dreaded the drive toward the home into the mountain. Past experiences, I felt fear along the cliff edges, and rocky winding roads. This time, early morning, I looked far for miles into the distance and lifted my eyes as in Psalm 121, and my Help came to easily fly me on angel's wings into the mountain. I also made it alone back down. 

My gentle and generous friend, named for a mountain, Moriah, had great courage to live in her beauty and balance, and had lifted her eyes many times through the clouds toward the Glory of G*d. I was blessed to know Moriah.

Chatsworth Mountain
© Joy Krauthammer  3.2014
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