
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
Partake in all that
Fills your heart
And makes your spirit
Sing.
In all that makes
This world
Your home
And offers
Hope
To bring.
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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
Partake in all that
Fills your heart
And makes your spirit
Sing.
In all that makes
This world
Your home
And offers
Hope
To bring.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
They can hide beneath blankets
They can scoot behind doors
They can crawl under tables.
It’s no challenge at all.
They’re a lion
A princess
A pirate,
A ball.
He has friends you can’t see.
They are there
“They’re just small.”
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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Take the express train
To a fun-filled day
Recall the awe
Of speed and sway
And hold on to
The gift of play.
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The stage is set to hushed repose
Incipient characters rush forth
Turn simmering muse to full on prose.
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The room looked as if a tornado had gone through it: Toys of every size and color dotted the floor, a scatter of crayons peaked from under the bookcase, bits of paper snow-flaked the rug, a shirt’s sleeve and a lonely sock used an open drawer for recliner.
“Rachel!” the mother’s arms climbed to her waist in indignation. She’d cleaned this room that very morning.
The little girl lifted her face from the doll in her hands. Her visage was the epitome of innocence.
“Look at this room!” her mom exasperated.
The girl rotated her head obediently but without conviction.
“The mess!” the mom repeated when the child said nothing.
“Oh,” the child shrugged. One ponytail holder bobbed deeper than the other–it was hanging by a hair. “My eyes forgot to see it.”
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The mom consulted her phone’s calendar.
“She has soccer on Mondays right after school, then she has a pre-reading tutor. Tuesday she has piano after school but I can rush her to you if you have time for a session at 5:30 or so? She’ll be a little tired and maybe hungry but I can give her dinner in the car on the way here or something. Oh, actually, next month she’ll start rehearsals for her recital. Thursdays are really difficult because she has gymnastics and then they have rehearsal training, so she won’t be able to do anything before 6pm. Maybe that’s a bit too late? Fridays she has another pre-reading class. I really don’t want her falling behind. Maybe I can bring her to you after … though she has some playdates scheduled next month. Saturday she does ice-skating. …” Looked up. Sighed, “Do you work Sundays?”
The little girl is not yet five.

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The vernal equinox greencolander
Balance … that point of perfect stillness …the place of pause between the inhalation and the exhalation … the being in (yep, it would flicker) peace …
We seek balance. We crave and hope and workshop and self-help and click on links for it … We want balance yet all too often forget it is only a passing blip on life’s experiential radar screen. Rather than suspended animation, balance is a state of never ending mini-bobbles, of constant readjusting, of rolling with the punches, of going with the flow.
How paradoxical that balance is unsteady. It calls on every sense to be alert for small corrections, on perceptions to be both relaxed and sharpened.
Yet it is not a paradox. Not really. Complete stillness isn’t balance–it is frozen. It immobilizes. Holds down, prevents change.
Life flows, and we’re at our best when we are most aware and without anxiousness. We are most balanced when we’re in the moment, in the wobble, readjusting; undeterred.
Nature is as always, a most persistent teacher. It demonstrates balance twice a year. Points of pause from which to slow or quicken; momentary balance to remind us of how all stillness shifts; how balance IS the shifting.
Nature pauses in perfect timing … For as we move from winter sluggishness to the rapid march of spring; balance can seem suddenly untenable: how does one possibly do all there is to do, attend to all that’s going on–with ourselves, our families, our job, our countries, our world ….? How does one catch up with the riotous and springy energies?
The very point of stillness into seasons’ change, reminds us that like everything, we are also called to flow … adjust, keep boundaries, recalibrate yet not stop; swim the current but not be carried over and bashed by white waters; harness new potential and use it for growth, rather than destruction. We are reminded to let go not into helplessness but to a gentle bobble-wobble.
Nature also reminds us that we need to breathe. To play. To laugh. To live in the moment. To watch children and babies–so much new life opens in rebirth–and learn from their unrelenting exuberance even as we also learn from the unwavering subtle protection of good mothers who allow young minds to be both curious and safe.
It is in the small beats of life–the pause between the whoosh-whoosh of your heart, the stillness in the pendulum before it resumes movement, the perfect balance of the light and darkness–that all potential lives.
May you spring in balance. May balance bring more spring into your step.

She heard noises coming from her daughter’s room. A heated conversation, animated chattering.
She listened at the door. Changed tone, one voice, empathetic discussion. She peeked–no toys involved, no dolls. Just her four year old sitting on the bed, talking earnestly.
“Who are you talking to?” she asked.
“Me.”
“How come you’re talking to yourself?”
A surprised look, a ‘duh’ voice: “But Mommy! Because I understand me!”
Don’t you be shy, now.
Make a splash.
Laugh out loud, do not abash.
Hug a friend, tickle puppies,
Lick a lolly, share small folly.
Cook surprises, throw a party,
Make some stew, and make it hearty.
Come on now,
Seize the moment!
Put your boots on,
Make a splash.
Do not hold back.
Grin toothy joy
Into the puddle,
And let the
lightning
Do the flash.
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