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Every person who knows there is wonder and magic in life is a person who looks for it. To discover the magic you have to be looking for it ~ not only in the big events, but in the smallest and simplest ones as well. Look for the magic and your life will never be the same again.”


Regardless of our skills or training, we all have a simple choice we can make in life ~ be a consumer or a creator. Being a creator is more satisfying and uplifting. What you create doesn’t have to be brilliant, or even unique; it just needs to be made by you.”

I love to dip into little books filled with pearls of wisdom; sometimes I need these little reminders and I just wanted to share a couple of them with you ……… and thank you for sharing all your personal little creations.

Lehitra’ot …. see you all soon …. lotsa hugs, love & xxxxx’s

The scenery, the actors and all its beauty, but then he dies

and I have watched the whole film with tears in my eyes Bob’s last words to Novalyne,

“Take a look at that sunset I ordered for you.”

Novalyne’s last words to Bob, “I sure do appreciate it.”

“All fled, all done, so lift me on the pyre; the feast is over, the lamps expire.”

a yarn of unrequited love,

girl meets boy, boy meets girl

their passion in that one embrace,

their differences unfurl

a broken heart, a broken soul

The Whole Wide World

“In Israel, in order to be a realist, one must believe in miracles.”

David Ben-Gurion


When the Old and New Cities of Jerusalem were reunited in 1967, a recently widowed Arab woman , who had been living in Old Jerusalem since 1948, wanted to see once more the house in which she formerly lived. Now that the city was one, she searched for and found her old home. She knocked on the door of the apartment, and a Jewish widow came to the door and greeted her. The Arab woman explained that she had lived there until 1948 and wanted to look around. She was invited in and offered coffee. The Arab woman said, “When I lived here, I hid some valuables. If they are still here, I will share them with you half and half.”

The Jewish woman refused. “If they belonged to you and are still here, they are yours.” After much discussion back and forth, they entered the bathroom, loosened the floor planks, and found a hoard of gold coins. The Jewish woman said, “I shall ask the government to let you keep them.” She did and permission was granted.

The two widows visited each other again and again, and one day the Arab woman told her, “You know, in the 1948 fighting here, my husband and I were so frightened that we ran away to escape. We grabbed our belongings, took the children, and each fled separately. We had a three-month-old son. I thought my husband had taken him, and he thought I had. Imagine our grief when we were reunited in Old Jerusalem to find that neither of us had taken the child.”

The Jewish woman turned pale, and asked the exact date. The Arab woman named the date and the hour, and the Jewish widow told her: “My husband was one of the Israeli troops that entered Jerusalem. He came into this house and found a baby on the floor. He asked if he could keep the house and the baby too. Permission was granted.” At that moment a twenty year old Israeli soldier in uniform walked into the room, and the Jewish woman broke down in tears.

“This is your son,” she cried.

This is one of those incredible tales we hear. And the aftermath? The two women liked each other so much that the Jewish widow asked the Arab mother: “Look, we are both widows living alone. Our children are grown up. This house has brought you luck. You have found your son, or our son. Why don’t we live together? And they do.

Chicken for the Soul: Rabbi Hillel E Silverman


The following words were found on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop in the crypts of Westminster Abbey

When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.

But, it too, seemed immovable.

As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.

And now as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realise: If I had only changed my self first, then by example I would have changed my family.

From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.


My love and best wishes to you all for a wonderful weekend, Shabbat Shalom, and may your G-d go with you.

I want to share Boaz, my little boy,

his grandmother’s pride and joy,

a landscape of his first ‘half-year’

He lives far away, but in my heart he’s near

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

January 2006