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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



Counting Omer 5 full weeks and 6 days of the Omer

PSALMS OF MY SOUL and photos © Joy Krauthammer
Kabbalistic Sephirat HaOmer -  ספירת העומר

Yesod sh b'Yesod on the Tree of Life
foundation, relationship, bonding, creation and ancestry
Joy Krauthammer  6.2.2016

Do I bond easily or not with people, nature, meaningful experiences, employment?
Why is my bonding easy or difficult?
How can I better bond with another?
Do I acknowledge the bond?
Is one person more dependent than the other? Is there resentment?
What are the consequences of the quality of my bonding?
Do I spend quality time with others? What is quality time?
How do I experience others' hearts and souls?
What would I like to share of myself? and vice versa.
In bonding have I felt that I am taken advantage of or manipulated?
How do I decide whether or not to continue my bond, or break a bond?
Where is the value, authenticity, truth, mutuality, the caring in this bond?
How do I feel and handle it when the bond is being ripped apart by illness or death?
What do I do with my broken heart when the bond is suffering upon learning of break?
And only memories will remain.

On this double portion/energy potion of Yesod, I am bereft of easy words yet filled with wet tears. 

This Yesod story of sadness comes from an almost half century of strong beloved friendship bonding that began in college art class in the sixties and teen Friend hung out at my home.
Yesod at its best­– relationship, foundation, bonding, and transmitting of caring, awe, beauty, harmony, compassion, drive, humility, splendor, and now in Yesod, a flowing of all the above and then into the manifestation of and grounding with roots for Shechinah in Malchut to finish Yesod's week.

One of my most dear friends in the world is on her journey past her last joyous Chesed, Tiferet and Hod-filled days with loved ones, community and the world. With Gevurah, Friend has limited contact with community, desiring isolation while suffering from the devouring disease.

Thus, this week of Yesod is hard on me– not invited to visit, and surely on all others who know and love my/our Friend. It must be hardest on my Friend.  She has been ever present for me in sadness, grieving, illnesses, deaths, transitions,  births, birthdays, simchas, chagim, Rosh HaShana, creativity, play, art, dancing, movement, music, nature, and joys. When Friend traveled in Netzach to very foreign lands with a knapsack, I didn't see her.

Friend is like a beautiful garment of my soul, a skin on my body, one with memory, caring wisdom and love. A bright Light.  An important part of me dies too, is dying, as Friend has been a serious part of my life. Life cycles and laughter shared.

With my coming birthday this year, this week on the first day of Malchut, my friend won’t be celebrating with me. A miracle? Instead choosing to be alone in her pain which must be present in all Four Worlds. Friend has chosen (aside from immediate family) to isolate herself for this journey. In Yesod/bonding I realize I must and do accept this. I must shake off the deeply torn and saddest feelings I have as this is not about me but about a dying friend whom I may never see again.  Friend is my memory holder of truth, caring and love. Auntie to my daughter.  Wise Chochmah woman to my conflicts, questions, and confidences. 

Smiling joyous play mate on the pier's carousel and by sea, seat mate at the birthday movies and theatre, museum mate and always ready to share Chinese food (Friend speaks Chinese!) and kosher knishes, walks in the park and talks with strangers, and happy to try a new sample flavor of coffee, and drink tea from leaves, and share Thanksgiving and Tofuturkey. In 1970's inherited my piano music and 1980's my daughter's wood building blocks. Learned together in sixties with New York's avant-garde LaMama Theatre, and potted together, listened to each other's music (friend on flute), appreciated each other's art creativity, and family and friends' bonds. Friend visited my musician cousins in the Berkshires because she loved them.

Recently we rode subways to New York museums (and she used to work at the Metropolitan Museum, and with my sister in an art shop on Madison Avenue). (Did Friend work also on Sesame Street?) Arrested together in spring 1969 on a desolate island in the middle of a river on a rainy day for 'trespassing' and not heeding boat police bull-horn warnings. (We were not cooperating with the cops and gave ridiculous phony names.) The next year we met the Lubavitch Rebbe together at 770 Eastern Parkway when he gave us honeycake. With me on my very first drive in my first purchased car from the Bronx to Queens to Brooklyn and back and we survived. With me at funerals of my mom, z"l, and husband, z"l and I at her sister's, z"l, funeral.

An important part of me dies too, is dying, as Friend has been a deeply serious part of my life, like another skin, a beautiful garment, one with caring wisdom, understanding and love. Our adult daughters are friends. And since decades ago I also appreciate Friend's dear husband and his calls to me at this time.

Friend does not want contact with anyone, except her immediate family and cancer MD, as she is on her journey in her quiet inward way.  I need to accept this and I do, but it is hard to lose a friend, even while they are alive, and not be able to share a last hug or movie, or ride on a carousel, or watch as the friend creates hot glue gun gemstone magic wand art with my granddaughter, or to reminisce together about truth.

Yesod bonding has its truth and consequences. Love is all that matters in life.

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“The circles of women around us weave invisible nets of love 

that carry us when we’re weak and sing with us when we are strong.” - Sark

photos © Joy Krauthammer 

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