Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Enroll
Full time
In your own life.
Join in your
Own
Cheerleading.
Engage
With what
Fulfills your
Dream.
Become
What you are
Needing.
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Permission
Photo: Atara Katz
Permit yourself
To be
All that you are
Today
With the unfinished corners
Hanging out
For all to see.
Allow yourself
The story
Of the things you
Have become
And still are changing.
Grant your
Everything
A place for be.
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Be a Creature
Photo: Sheri Asif
Be a creature of your
Own
Good habit
Make room for the things that
Feed
Your soul.
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Unsympathetic
Photo: Atara Katz
Without some
Empathy
There’s no real
Sympathy.
So beware of
Those stating care
Who destroy
What is there.
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It’s a Puzzle!
Photo: Amitai Asif
“Can animals be naked?” he asked, his little forehead creased in perplexed concentration.
“Naked how?” I responded. “Animals don’t usually wear clothes. People may dress their dogs with coats or booties if its raining or snowing, but even that only sometimes.”
He waved me off. “I’m not talking about dogs, even.”
I smiled. The kindergartener’s contenance was a smaller version of adolescents’ exasperation at the ‘know-nothing-adults’ they are somehow expected to live with.
“Oh, okay.” I conceded, “I guess I misunderstood. What did you mean, then?”
“Other things. Like, um … snakes.”
“Snakes?!” I repeated.
“Yeah.” He moved his head up and down for emphasis. “Because I think maybe a snake took his clothes off and ran away and now he’s naked.”
Comprehension slithered in to lift my confusion. “Was this when you went to visit your grandma in Arizona?”
He nodded again. “It looked like a snake but it was only snake clothes.”
I grinned. “I think you saw a snake skin shed! How cool! But don’t worry, it still has skin on its body. You see, when a snake’s skin is too small for it, it grows new skin underneath and then it wriggles out of the old skin and sheds it inside out like a sock.”
The little boy narrowed his eyes and inspected my expression to see if I was perhaps pulling his leg. What he saw in my face must’ve reassured him.
“Good,” he said. “Because I didn’t want everyone to see his privates.”
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Mid-Winter Blues
Central Park, NYC
Deep in mid-winter’s
Cold, bare
Blues
Remember all the
Rich potential
Soon to spring
Profusely
Forth.
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Tooth Booth
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“I have a cavity in my mouth!” she announced, elated.
“You do?” I couldn’t suppress a smile. The contrast between the child’s delight and the mom’s anguish was too funny.
“Yeah,” the girl expounded, lisping all the way. “It’s a hole! The dentist has a special magic mirror for my teeth and she looked all over and she said I have a cavity.”
“Wow,” I managed and raised an eyebrow at the mom, who nodded solemnly.
“Next week,” the mother sighed. “I’m not looking forward to it …”
I understood why. This little girl could raise roofs at the mere sight of needles. Just ten days prior the mom had shared with me her mortification at the horrified looks people had given her when she’d emerged with her child from a routine blood draw. “Everyone in that waiting room must have been convinced we were slicing her in pieces,” the mom had vented. “I can’t believe they hadn’t all called Child Protective Services or 911.”
“Laughing gas …” I mouthed.
The mom inhaled and shrugged and nodded all in one. Skeptical and perhaps a little hopeful.
“Not next week,” the child pointed out. “Tonight!”
The mom and I exchanged looks.
“What do you mean, tonight?” the mother asked. “Doc Dee said she’ll see us after lunch next Tuesday.”
“Yeah,” the little girl waved this information away. “But I have a cavity,” she stressed. “So the Tooth Fairy is going to get it first.”
She opened her mouth to give us both a good look before turning to me. “I don’t know why the dentist needed a magic mirror,” she added and her voice rose in puzzlement. “I can see my cavity right away already.”
She held her mouth agape and pointed to a newly lost incisor. “See? It’s right here.”
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The Glorious Unfurling
Photo: Atara Katz
Do not stifle
Truth
Or hope.
Hold fast the
Pieces
That were
In fear
Squelched back
Or were suppressed
By those pretending
To be
Righteous.
Let go.
Let be
The glorious unfurling
Of your being.
It is who you have been
Meant
To grow into
Before
And all along.
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An Inkling
Photo: Dvora Freedman
Minds can whisper
Souls can sing
Inklings
Wishes
Life to bring.
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Trill Along
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Take your song
Right along
Let the tune
Warble on
Let your soul
Be as strong
As the trill
Of birdsong
All day long
Chirping on.
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