
A Path To Walk
Take a stroll in open air
Amble one step
And then another.
Spot a marker
Stay the path
Upon this great Earth Mother.
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A Path To Walk
Take a stroll in open air
Amble one step
And then another.
Spot a marker
Stay the path
Upon this great Earth Mother.
For The Daily Post

Amsterdam; Photo: Inbar Asif
As the light
Breathes the day
Into soon coming night
And the city spreads
Molten gold sighs
Of beauteous delight,
The sky paints
Warm reflections
Of the time just gone by
Onto glinting canals
Rocking calm lullabies.
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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
In a massive hall of pompous busts
And naked marble edge
One must
Take time
To rest one’s head.
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Guatemala Duo; Photo: Inbar Asif
When shut-eye weighs your lids
Yip patrol
Comes on call
While the third wheel can perch
On the sill
‘bove the bench.
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“The Other NYC” ; Photo credit: Inge Vandormael
There is the hum of traffic in soft undertone. The contralto of people punctuated by the crescendo of a child who was refused a treat or dropped his toy. The bark of dogs weaves in: one low and deep, another yipping in the determination of the pocket-small. A truck lumbers over a rut in the road, a phone rings, a door slams. A bus beeps as it kneels for passengers, again when it rises up. An ambulance wails, its falsetto undulating in inverse proportions to distance and urgency. A firetruck follows in a fortissimo of horns. In the relative silence that ensues, a bird chirps and a pigeon coos response. Pianissimo. The city breathes. Then a traffic light changes, a motor revs, and a few notes of rap beat an open-window-escape. Another bus rolls to a stop, beep-kneels, sighs-up. More people’s voices modulate the presto of a toddler’s laugh. The rumbling of a motorcycle answers the low groan of a heavy truck. More dogs yip and bark. Someone inexplicably whistles Brahms.
City Symphony. An orchestra of urban life in virtuoso intervals.
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Photo credit: A. Asif
The contrasting textures in this photo leave my brain and hand conflicted: the frozen icicles look almost cottony, inviting touch like an inverted carpet of melted candles or a dense curtain of just-washed fleece … and yet my brain knows they’ll be hard and cold, forbiddingly unyielding even as they slowly drip their surrender to the silky — though no less icy — flow below.

Photo: Dvora Freedman
When life envelops
What will be
In cloaks of misty
Mystery
And fog,
Hold on
To the soft promise
In the droplets
That infuse the air
With fractionated light
And hope
For verdure
And potentiated growth.
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Photo: Pinterest
Quite a few of the children who come to see me have sensory issues that make teeth brushing a daily struggle. Princess and superhero themed toothbrushes are one way to make a necessary routine child-friendly and help with carryover and healthy oral-care. Another is to add a ‘toothbrush guardian’ (added bonus: this allows an inexpensive way to keep up with the recommended frequent change of toothbrushes).
To make Brushosaurus, drill a pair of holes into a plastic toy to make a handy dandy toothbrush organizer. Has been known to work just as well with magic ponies, sheep, unicorns, giraffes, and even the occasional Brushoturtle.
Brush on!
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Do not settle for substandard conduct.
For unacceptable ways of talking to and of another
Even if – especially if – they are among those you disagree with
Or maybe prefer to not understand.
Do not settle for substandard leadership.
For unbecoming ways of working with some who oppose your views
And yet are part of you
Part of your country
Part of what holds a mirror to your blind spots
And what makes you into
Who you are and can become.
Don’t settle for the substandard fantasy
That misleads you to believe yourself somehow better
Than another
Because of your religion, gender, party, origin, or baseball cap.
You are not.
Better.
We are all of us defined by our actions, not our acronyms.
We can be raised or felled by the choices that we make:
To go low
Or rise above
To sink into the mire
Or to raise the discourse
From the gutter
Back to civilized.
Do not settle for substandard
Language
For slurs and rudeness not fit for the ears of anyone
Let alone our children.
Settle not for the reactivity of hate and violence
Of disdain for the vulnerable
And disregard to others whom you declare guilty by an affiliation
Different than yours.
Do not settle
For substandard influence
When you know better.
Raise the standard.
So those who keep lowering the bar
Not think it has become the norm
To celebrate the rude or bow to the crass
When either are so
Very far
Below par.
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Today, July 30, is the International Day of Friendship. The day is designed to bridge the gaps of race, color, religion, nationality, and other factors that keep people from forming and enjoying friendships with one another. It is meant to encourage dialogue, acceptance, and understanding between people of different backgrounds. Friendship matters. It can prevent war and promote peace. Research shows it can keep people healthier, happier, and living longer.
Having friends is a good thing. However, what defines a friend? What is friendship?
To me, friendship is a word as big as all relationships put together, yet as unique as any human pairing. In some ways “friendship” is as clear yet as ambiguous as the word “family”: Do you count only siblings or also cousins and nephews? Second cousins? Grand-nephews? In-laws? Third cousins thrice removed? Different people list family differently. Some define “immediate family” and “close family” versus “distant relatives” while others see all kin as kin. Can one argue that one person’s definition is more or less valid than another’s? Who decides who is or isn’t “family?”
Similar variability may be true for friendships, with different ‘kinds’ and types and closeness all jumbled under one rather all-inclusive word.
There are the friends you grow up with. The children of your parents’ friends, with whom you were ‘forced’ to spend time and sometimes had grown close to. The classmates and groups assigned by teachers. The bunkmates at camp, the teammates at sports. There are the neighbors you’d spent time with because they were the ones closest to toss a ball or take turns on the bike with after school. Among all those, some may have become your friends, some might have turned enemies, and a few may have grown to be as close as your own siblings. Maybe more.
Then there are the friends you make during life-changing matters: Military buddies you’d trust your life to; illness buddies who you know understand what other friends may not; the co-worker who had your back when a boss was unkind or another co-worker was out to get you; the neighbor who stepped up when the roof leaked in the middle of the night or who’d offered a safe place for you when they suspected you weren’t so in your own house.
There are also the passing friendships that may or may not continue beyond the moment of circumstance: Like the people you’d met on the cruise or were stuck in the airport overnight with during a storm. Or that single mom you’d helped give the bottle to the baby when the toddler had a tantrum and she hadn’t nearly enough arms for both. You got to talk, and sat together, and then exchanged numbers and never called each other but you still find yourself looking for her anytime you fly, and see her in every single mother flying with small children. She had become a friend. Inside your mind.
And friendships that turn into something more: Like the elderly man across the street on whom you checked after a storm and found out that he had no one to help him change a lightbulb and could no longer climb. And so you had, and stayed a moment longer while he shared a story from his life, and then you invited him over for dinner and he came wearing a suit and holding flowers from his garden … And he now comes to all your family’s holidays and get-togethers. Because he’s a friend now. Of the family.
And, of course, one cannot speak of friendships without those friendships that ARE family. The sibling who is also a best friend, the cousin one is close to, the partners one makes a life with and become both family and best-friends-for-the-real-forever.
So what are friendships? Maybe they are anything and everything we make them. With humans, with your furry friends. How we define them may shift and change, but the connection is recognizable.
How would you define friendships? What is a friend to you? If so inclined, will you comment below?
And on this day of international friendships and on every day: may your friendships be as fruitful and plentiful as you wish them to be. May they fill your life and heart with joy and meaning. May it be so and more.
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