Monday, January 27, 2014


This Shabatt we drove to the plateau of the Golan to visit,  once more, the daffodils. To the left of the  entrance of a small village is a swamp area, called Achu Nov. This marshy piece of land is famous for being the home of the marvelous and very protected swamp iris (iris ha bizot - איריס הביצות), which will bloom in a little while, we saw many of the sword like leaves already peeking out. I will dedicate a post to them soon, when they are at the height of their bloom.

Right now the daffodils reign there, narcissus tazetta, (narcis mazui - נרקיס מצוי). These beautiful princesses broke the earth open about two weeks ago in the millions. Yes, that is right, in the millions. It is almost unbelievable how many there are. To call on them is such a  fulfilling endeavor. Bending down, looking at their grace very closely, feeling the soft petals and smelling their intoxicating scent is so rewarding and even a bit magic, you know, like being in wonderland. And then rising up and standing still, and eying daffodils till the horizon - now that is quite an experience!

Most of the time the circle walk of about one and a half kilometer is muddy and has to be strolled carefully. Where the water sits in ditches basalt stones from the region are laid out as bridges to make the passing easier. This winter rain was scarce till now, and as you can see the path was dry and the hiking was not difficult.

At the entrance of the round-about there are only single groups of daffodils at the sides, till suddenly a meadow opens up and the abundance of the wild flowers blooming in profusion is absolutely stunning.

 That white stretch at the horizon? Yes all daffodils! 

Our Dafi got her nose into them and had to lick their scent and pollen off her snout!

That was a beautiful day - much to be thankful for!

Photographs by my husband, Uri Eshkar.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014


When I painted this humorous picture I had nothing special in my mind, I just painted it and enjoyed the process and the colors.

It was only after it, when during one of our outings, I saw THIS placed in an old deserted cemetery, that I started to think about the image I drew and colored.

Some research on the Internet led to a lot of interesting discoveries, matters I had never thought about before. It turns out that a rams head stands for many things. The similarity of the female reproduction system - the anatomy of the uterus and the fallopian tubes - to the outline of a rams head is quite obvious, but using this originally pagan symbol in occult satanism is a very negative way to belittle and ridicule women's sacred cycle. 

In many ancient civilizations the sheep played an enormous and important role in the daily life of the people, delivering milk, meat and wool. Sheep gods have been worshiped in their cultures, and rams heads were often used in their rituals. Khnum, was the Egyptian god of rebirth, depicted with the head of a ram. In many societies from far back in time till today the rams head stands for power and energy, for leadership and fearlessness. Antlers and horns are associated with male power. The god Ammon, the Greek rendering of Amun, is often shown with horns of a ram.

My head is spinning with all this new information I learned, and there is so much more which is spiritual in a bad sense, mysterious, sinister and eerie, that I do not want to touch upon. I find my own painted rams head, so not physically correct at all, the nicest and friendliest, and I am not curious to know the meaning of that genuine rams head stuck on a pole in this old ruined and forgotten (or not forgotten?) cemetery. As a matter of fact I do not want to go there again, too creepy. :-)

Sunday, January 5, 2014


"...friendship between a man and a woman is something much more precious and rare than love: love is actually quite gross and even clumsy compared to friendship. Friendship includes a measure of sensitivity, attentiveness, generosity, and a finely-tuned sense of moderation."
Amos Oz (A Tale of Love and Darkness - great read, very much recommended)

Is that true? Sounds good, doesn't it?