Photo: Inbar Asif
Take a break from the city
From the din
From the crowds.
Walk yourself into quiet
Find a park
Riverside.
Turn the clamor to low
Let your breath
Ebb and flow.
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Anti-Cacophony
Reflection
Egret Regret
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Some photo challenges are worth more than one dip into the creative well … And this week’s Glow deserves a second-helping. Here comes:
I love this photo of egrets in the emptied fishpond near my sister’s house. The palm sentinels in the background, marking a line between sea and dug up sand. The birds congregating at the end of day in the shimmery wet portion of the pond, pecking for what small critters and flying insects can be found. How some egrets linger, forlorn, over the exposed bits, perhaps waiting for a change of tide. Are they harking for the times just passed, when their ‘lake’ glittered with fins? Are they holding out hope — as water, and alas, not sparkling scales, reflect the soon departing sun — for better days and the return of plenty to dine on?
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Differentiate Defiance
Photo: Atara Katz
Differentiate the urge
To disobey
For pure defiance’s sake,
From the value of resisting
Those who violate
Or lower what’s at stake.
Refuse the rush
Of righteousness
That rebellions can wake,
And replace it with the strength
Of discerning hate from kindness,
Truth from fake.
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Structured
Photo: Amitai Asif
At first glance I wasn’t sure what had made my nephew stop to snap this photo of a monochromatic, drab dry bulb laying on the ground. Then I took another look and understood: in it lay the promise; the potential stored; the strength of tender yet tenacious tendril roots that had worked to nourish the more glamorous aspects of whatever plant this had been and maybe still was. Curiosity raised my eyebrows for the few seconds it took me to realize which side of this natural structure was ‘up’ or ‘down.’ I found myself pondering the mysteries and histories held by this brown bulb – now bare and barren on dry dirt – in the rain it had drunk and energies it had generated and the earthworms that had undulated around it … in the story as it would be told by the few leaves still left clinging, dry but home.
How incredible. How incredibly mundane. How marvelously so.
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Solitary Call
Photo: Atara Katz
If you heed
Your heart’s need
To silence
The fretting discord
That bestrewed your soul,
You’ll hear
The gentle chime
Of each breath
Reverberating
Its solitary call.
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Berry Prickly
Berry Prickly
Gavin (age 4) is picking berries with his mom and grandpa in the woods outside his grandpa’s house. He’d picked a few himself but encountered a thorn … and now is quite content holding the bowl, nursing his owee finger, and ‘directing traffic’ to the “good ones.”
Gavin: “I know why it called a Berry.”
Mom, intrigued: “Why?”
Gavin: “Because it berry prickly!”
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In A Moment
Photo: Atara Katz
In a moment
We become
Whole or fractured
Foe or chum.
In a jiffy
We select
What to support
Who to reflect.
In this moment
And the next
Choosing truth
Will reject hate.
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Elemental Moment
Photo Credit: A. Asif
This photo taken by a family member during an extended trip, captures all the elements of life for me: The water that laps at the stone hearth; the dirt and rocks upon which the fire burns; the wood the earth had allowed the growth of; the small sample of water that the fire warms up to cook with other products of the earth – of water, air, light, and earth – to feed, fuel, and maintain the breath of those who walk upon it; the wisps of smokes blown by the breeze like tendrils of exhalations. And time … in the brief anticipation of a meal, the eternity of cycles of all life, the waning light of day, the push and pull of tides upon the water. Also relationships – the connections that sustain and maintain us – the meal soon-to-be-shared, the basking in the calm rest that follows a day of hard hiking. A completeness of a moment, and the story it tells of the moments that preceded and the ones upcoming.
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In The Shallows
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Life can happen in the shallows
Of the day to day
In the ebb and flow
Of small steps
On wet sand
Of tidy tides
And ripples
Lapping breaths
And sighs
Of surf.
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Summer Scent
Photo: Dvora Freedman
Breathe the fragrance of summer
Smell the sun ripened fruit
Born of
Hard work
Long daylight
And the miraculous growth
From a green, tender shoot.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
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