
it is only a moment
in time…the in between…
all and nothing…over
in a heartbeat…life
is short…live it
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Online – Love Kit

it is only a moment
in time…the in between…
all and nothing…over
in a heartbeat…life
is short…live it
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Online – Love Kit

Happy Sunday! We are in the midst of the final days of 2017. We celebrate a myriad of holidays at this time of year. Families gather. Sometimes it is the only time when everyone is together, which can be a wonderful thing or a challenge (that’s a nice way of saying it).
This is a time when we give in to extremes…we spend too much, eat too much, worry too much and ultimately regret our lapse of control when the new year arrives. It’s a lot of pressure. A stressful time when everything good about our life, and yes, everything bad too, is magnified by the colorful lights of season and longer cold, dark nights.
I have been feeling the stress. I should be holly, jolly and bright this time of year. But I’m not.
I have found myself dreading the impending ‘big day’, enduring the the onslaught of commercial reminders, season’s greetings, yard decoration wars and annual work parties where we’re all expected to act like a big happy family. I put on a good face, smile, return festive salutations and act like a Who from Whoville.
And then it dawned on me. If I’m putting on a happy face, soldiering through, is it possible others are too? What if we’re all just hoping our smiles don’t betray how fragile we’re feeling inside?
If you’re struggling, a word of encouragement…you’re not alone. Be kind to yourself. Give yourself permission to opt out of the festivities, or not. It’s okay whatever you decide to do.
We’ve made a mess of this holiday. The collective we, that is. Bigger, better, more…and then some. It’s never enough. Perfection? It’s a myth.
I wish you peace. Not world peace. I wish YOU peace.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 December 2017
life springing forth
brussel sprouts
there was magic once
of doubt gone missing
In a shocking turn of events
…these are rare times
eventide vespers
the day surrenders, dusking
homeland security at work
mishpocha from everywhere
‘tis the season of
never longing for more
to hope for
~ kat

the moment we
believe in our
dreams, they
become something
to hope for

like a cat on a window
ledge, always looking
out as life passes by,
some of us are prisoners
never longing for more

‘tis the season of
peace and sacred
light, blossoms softly
frosted, love’s pure
longing, come to
quiet our souls
through the dark night
~kat

Today’s word of the day at Dictionary.com is mishpocha [mish-paw–khuh, –poo kh–uh]. It is a Yiddish noun that means “an entire family network comprising relatives by blood and marriage and sometimes including close friends; clan” and originates from the Hebrew letter ‘heth’, meaning family, clan. It entered the English language in the mid 19th century.
Did you know the eight-day festival of lights, Hanukkah, started on December 12th this week? In honor of this holiday, a few fun facts:
From the website Chabad.org:
Why is Chanukah (Hanukkah) eight nights long? The Talmud asks and answers:
The sages taught: On the 25th of Kislev, the days of Chanukah are eight. One may not eulogize on them, and one may not fast on them. This is because when the Greeks entered the Sanctuary, they defiled all the oils that were in the Sanctuary. And when the Chashmonean monarchy overcame them and emerged victorious over them, they searched and found only one cruse of oil that remained with the seal of the High Priest. And there was sufficient oil there to light the candelabrum for only one day. A miracle occurred, and they lit the candelabrum from it for eight days. The next year, the sages instituted those days and made them holidays with the recitation of Hallel and prayers of thanksgiving.1
But there’s more. Seven represents all that is found within this world. There are seven days of the week, seven classical planets and seven musical notes. In fact, the world itself was created in seven days.
Then there is the number eight, which represents that which is above, that which does not fit into the neat slots that hold the bits and pieces of our lives. The number eight evokes the transcendent and the G‑dly. Eight is the number of miracles.
And since mishpocha is a Yiddish word, I thought it would be interesting to look at some other popular Yiddish words that have made it into our everyday English conversation from DailyWritingTips.com:
I am not Jewish, so a good deal of this is new to me. It’s also the reason I am a fan of using the generic “Happy Holidays” greeting as opposed to “Merry Christmas”. Actually, I tend to respond in like fashion if anyone wishes me a holiday greeting. This is, after all, a season of light, hope, peace and love. That is the most important thing. That is what matters.
Finally, to my Jewish friends from me…a humble goy, “Chag Urim Sameach!” …“Hanukkah Sameach!” …“Chag Sameach!” – I hope that covers all the bases, respectfully. Light, hope, peace and love all. ❤
it’s time to gather
mishpocha from everywhere
family matters
~kat

fading puissance
the day surrenders, dusking
bursting solar flush
~kat
…And another serendipitous duo of prompt words complemented by this evening’s spectacular sunset. For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words, flare (burst, flush) and steam (puissance).