Posts Tagged ‘photos’

I lost contact for a long time due to technical difficulties which were gratefully cleared up for me by my Cousin Bill last night. It’s funny but blog-life stopped just a few months after Obama’s election – as if I’d hoped or believed we’d arrived. It was a definite moment in time, in history, to feel a part of….. and then of course, life goes on.

There was a joyousness at that moment that so much of the world shared. It felt like the humanity was singing a song of praise that we’d overcome bigotry at least to that extent, that we could elect a leader of our very powerful country who was African-American.

So much has happened in this year and a half. I was in Israel again and will share some pictures…my friend Jennifer who has a gift for fertility blessed my pond and suddenly the goldfish after 2 years started spawning. I have babies to give away… let me know! They are beautiful. So fast and colorful. I am working on a new CD with Anderw Marlin and it feels so fresh and new. Like those spawning goldfish, the recording has it’s own nascent energy. Andrew’s youth and his old-soul wisdom join in bringing my songs to life. The CD is not yet named, but to give you a peek in, one of the songs “No One Has Been Denied” [editorial note: This song went on to be titled “Merciful One” and is available on the album Love’s Dream!] goes like this:


and the dust of the air You breathe is glorified,

born to be a particle of that light

carried into your care, the way has been so wild

yet even I have the right to know You,

Even I have my turn by your side

Saints and sinners, all who implore You,

No one has been denied, oh Baba,

No one has been denied — beautiful One — no one has been denied.

And some recent photos — nice to be back, much love — until later — Gabriella

Arava view

Arava - Ein Gedi Cliff

the doves are always cooing here
little squeezes of sound
bringing tears to my eyes,
born of deep comfort.

their pulsing melody
circles round the houses
and the edges of green
which touch the sand
scooping up the village
in a soft palm of vibration.

as we walk through the gardens
and speak to one another,
little trills of purity
rub their beauty
into our skins
without our even noticing.

it is a wet and wooing sound
in a dry land,
a background
that nudges gently at you
like a mother who holds her babe –
squeezing her to herself.

each squeeze emanates the sweetness of infancy.
each squeeze regales her with
the exquisite pleasure
of her maternity.

by Gabriella Tal 2009 Kibbutz Ketura

A few more India Photos:

(from exhibit “Faces of India, 2006)