Israel: The Seat of the Soul

Acre

Gush Etziyon

Jerusalem, in the Old City

Jerusalem, the Cardo

Jerusalem, the Cardo

For the Oh So Holy Nights of Israel

For worship

For Moslem, Christian and Jewish memory

For King David's sake

For the prayer: "Next Year in Jerusalem"

For the ever changing face of Israel

A beacon to the world - Israel

The B'hai Temple in Haifa

Rosh HaNikrah - on the Lebanese border

The Tzadikim of Torah - the guardians of continuity

In the Jerusalem market - Machaneh Y'hudah

A devout woman of valor

My people, Israel

Chayim

Menashe

Orgad

Noam

Reuven

The Ports of Israel

The Port of Jaffa

The Port of Tel Aviv

The Port of Haifa

The Port of Herzliyah

The Port of the Spirit and Soul

Spare the air - bike to work

My childhood 3-gear, all chrome, English racer was my transportation, my Indy car, my Saber Jet, and my rocket mission to the moon and to Mars.  I rode on city streets and sidewalks, in the forest preserve, to and from school and on my own Sunday drives/rides.  It was an early taste of freedom, independence and responsibility.  It was my exercise machine, my fantasy maker and my time capsule catapult.

That bike was certainly much more than a bike.

Ya aint from these parts - are ya?

You don't look like us

You don't talk like us

You don't believe in the same god as us

 You don't lack unemployment like us

This parish aint big enough for the two of us

Hasta La Vista, baby

Sailor Jerry

I'm a sailor in the Jewish Navy, 

cuddle up a little closer,

kiss me baby

Treeness

We lost trees to the fires in Colorado and trees to the storms in West Virginia, and Maryland and trees in the floods in Florida.

We lost trees to make books and salad bowls.

We lost trees to the weight of ornaments.

We lost trees to walls and fences.

We lost too many trees.

We are but stardust and so is the Chuppah

with a purpose and a propensity to create

with the power to love

with a sense of awe and of the sacred

with a hope that we will have a positive effect on the future

two stand under their Sabbath tablecloth canopy 

and they emerge family

we are made of stardust and so is the Chuppah