Thursday, June 26, 2014

BLUE-YELLOW-ORANGE


Trying to balance "eso" and "exo", thinking of yin and yang...



My color palette for today...

"There is no blue without yellow and without orange."
Love you Vincent!

"Cafe Terrace at Night" by Vincent Van Gogh

Monday, June 9, 2014

NACHAL DAN RESERVE - שמורת טבע נחל דן



There are three streams whose waters create the river Jordan. Its sources are Nachal Chazbani (Snir) (חצבני שניר) which arrives from South Lebanon, the Banias (נחל חרמון), its spring originating deep under the Hermon mountain, and Nachal Dan (נחל דן), whose waters are made up of melted snow and rain from the Hermon, seeping into a karstic system and dividing into hundreds of small springs at the foot of the mountain, flowing down, combining with the other two sources and forming the Jordan, which is by all means not an almighty or spectacular river, but most of the year a quite narrow and often shallow stream. The Nachal Dan is the largest and most important source of the Jordan.

Last week at the Shavuot Feast (Pentecost) (חג השבועות) we undertook a family outing to the Dan Reserve, a small Park enclosing some of the springs and tributaries of the Dan River, and walked the trails along the fast rushing brooks. The day was very hot, temperatures reached almost 40 degrees.



But we certainly did not suffer, because the paths lead along beneath tall beautiful trees rising to the sky, which form canopies above and filter the scorching sun. We comfortably hiked on shady and cool grounds. 



The bubbling sound of the foaming water and the smell of the magnificent fig trees edging the creeks accompanied us at every step. At one point there is a wading pool, where we could enter wading the fresh water, or sit at the margin and hang our feet in to chill them. The water has a stable temperature of about 14 degrees all year round, really cool and a pleasure on such a hot day. 


Along the way we passed an old flour mill which was built about 150 years ago and operated on water power with two pairs of millstones. The flora and fauna in the region is very rich. The fig trees at this time of the year are most impressive, sending their erotic scent in the air. 


We saw some fresh water crabs, but missed the most famous resident of the area, the amphibious black fire salamander with its orange spots. I loved the many blotches of light green march fern with its small leaves, which is native along the Dan river.


There is a Tel, a small hill, of an ancient, 7000 year old, settlement, the Tel Dan. We did not wander around it this time due to the hot weather condition, but we explored it in the past. When we visit there again I shall write about it too.


Happy and in splendid mood we returned to the parking lot. We noticed the wonderful eucalyptus trees shading the place, which were planted in 1939 by members of the Kibbutz Dan.

The photos are of my daughter and son-in-law, and three of my grandchildren, the fourth one unfortunately did not get released for the holidays from her army service. My husband was there too, but we forgot to photograph him. :-( Actually you can see him at the end of the little video.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

MAYA - DIE LIEBLINGSKATZE



Some months ago Oss, our son's woman, rescued a little kitten from sure death. She took it to the vet, pampered it into health and spoils and loves it big time! Lately her laptop bag went to pieces so I handmade her a new one. I appliqued Maya, the now big fat beautiful cat with the wonderful green eyes and the red neckband on the flap... It was received very happily!



Friday, May 16, 2014

CLASS REUNION


Class reunion? No, thank you, not for me, I wouldn't go. But that's just me and there are a lot of reasons I could give about what led me to such a decision.

Many people get excited by the thought to meet former classmates, especially after a long time has elapsed of zero contact, of not seeing each other and not hearing from each other. The years pass and people have lost sight of each other often completely, each one trotting an individual path through life. A class reunion can bring back old memories and nostalgic feelings.

My husband has a high school class reunion coming up next month - after more than forty years. Two dear souls decided it was time and started the planning and organizing. First of all of course there was to hunt for the addresses and phone numbers, trying to find everyone, a difficult task. Then the communication and excitement started, phone conversations were held and questions asked, e-mails arrived. The emotions started to kick in, and already stories and information went around. "Did you hear?" The sad stuff first - deaths and tragedies. Then divorces, new marriages, and ongoings of life. Carriers, kids, travel, commitment - and "oh, I will tell you more when we meet" comments. The big question is: Who was I and who am I today? How did the others see me? How did they go on in life? What happened to him? And her?

The curiosity can be felt. Class reunions are about sharing. About seeking affirmation, about a search for self-certainty, about reports of definitions and evaluation standards. It is about remembering and recognizing. About discovering similarities, and different life models as well. It is about reflecting on roots. Conflicts from schooldays can be discussed and maybe resolved. Old loves may be remembered. What a great opportunity to meet the past! To immerse in the world that once was home. Who recalls the girl from back then or that boy with the green eyes? Only the really old friends, the classmates. The reunion is like a fountain of youth. The shared intimacy goes up in value, a new sense of community could be formed. So much to tell. The pranks, the jokes, the laughter. The teachers remembered, good and bad.

After forty five  years there will surely be talk about health issues, about aging and how to cope with it. What are the different strategies to deal with the changes? Advice and recommendation will be welcomed and appreciated.

I do not know any of my husbands former high school class mates personally, but I heard many stories from him and recognize quite a few by name. I listened to him telling me about broken friendships, about studying together, about a small group skipping school for a day once, and taking a bus to Jerusalem to frolic in the snow that had fallen the night before. About all kind of teachers and the nicknames they gave them. Many funny and fancy tales he has about this time in his life. This is a part of his youth that belongs to himself only, I was not there. So I am wishing him and everyone else participating in that meeting next month a reunion in good mood, sense and atmosphere, toasting to the occasion, discovering what has become of the old friends, of the former students of his class, about their personal and professional progress, and refreshing contacts with each other and sharing cherished memories and former moments. I will wait patiently for him at home, meeting him upon his return with the only proper question to be asked: "Nu, how was it?"

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

FAMILY...




My daughter Carmen and my son-in-law Ilan
(two weeks ago on the Danube)

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

DEAR RUTH...


my heart goes out to you...




Monday, April 28, 2014

GOOD DAY - BAD DAY - GOOD DAY





יום עסל - יום בסל  -  Yom Asal - Yom Basal