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Wednesday, January 31, 2018
The Irish parliament, the Seanad, on Tuesday gave initial approval to a bill that would boycott goods produced by Israeli companies based in Judea and Samaria and the Golan Heights. It would punish violators with up to five years in prison! Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu strongly condemned the Irish legislative, “the entire goal of which is to support the BDS movement and harm the State of Israel,” he stated. (Source: unitedwithIsrael.org) Via @let_my_people_knowInstagram
The Middle
Pockets are empty but my heart is full, though emotional currencies they don't pay the bills.
Poem for a friend. Early morning, sun rising, cold wind blowing. Pockets are empty but my heart is full, though emotional currencies they don't pay the bills. One week beard, some dark, some light, time passes slowly, ages you overnight. Steam blasting, sounds like an old Western train coming in, Kathryn once loved me or the man I used to be. He is gone for a while now, nowhere to be seen. Iced window, holes in the walls, lost memories, photos in the floor. We once sang, "forever", now we take it day by day. If I asked for your hand, would you accept it today? Broken, stuck between awake and asleep, trying hard to get back to that dream, but once it's gone, it's gone for good. #poemoftheday #itsallright #loveconquersall #faith #trustyourself #moveonInstagram
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Thank you @alicecheralifecoaching Sitting with uncomfortable feelings is not always easy and certainly not fun. In fact most of us run from our feelings straight to some things that aren’t always good for us (food, excessive shopping, the computer, gossip, drinking, smoking you name it...). Yet our ability to “be with” ourselves when we are in pain is the key to living a richer, fuller life. We don’t need to stay in those dark places indefinitely but we do need to honor and acknowledge whatever arises. Then we find, “this too, does pass.” The silver lining to this practice is usually in some form of a spiritual gift but more importantly, a greater capacity for joy as we move through our lives. For our ability to experience the full measure of our happiness is in direct proportion to our capacity to sit with our uncomfortable emotions. #bravery #strength #spirituality #awareness #emotions #feelings #faith #feel #truth #wisdom #live #life #beauty #lifecoach #lifecoachingInstagram
Monday, January 29, 2018
Sunday, January 28, 2018
It was for you
Sometimes I dream of Dinah, sometimes I dream of Barbara, sometimes I dream about Jerusalem and our three weeks of mountainous heights and those valleys.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Friday, January 26, 2018
Goodbye to Panic A sense of death in a room surrounded by life. Deep breath, splash of water - fear, heart pounding, cold, sweating, shaking… Tears fall - hold on to me. Fears grow - set me free. A brick connected to a chain, connected to my heart I am thrust into a hole damned to an eternity of free falling. A sense of sensing something is slowly quickly overwhelming you. Heart pounding, deep breathing, cold, sweating and spinning in circles… I can't, I can't, I can't - it's not that I don’t want to...I will die, explode or implode… Tears fall - hold me, hold me… Fears snowballing down - set me free… The Doctor says that panicking is not an aerobic exercise. I’ve been told there is nothing to fear but fear itself, but fear can be quite scary. #mentalhealth #panic #depression #anxietyInstagram
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Monday, January 15, 2018
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Forever Melancholia
Forever melancholia, like a never ending opera being played out in his head; broken glass he walks carefully barefoot, searching for that open door which can lead him to the place he loves best.
A lone child is walking with a baseball in one hand and a transistor radio in the other. He is walking towards the yard down the road from his home. Alone he walks past the house where the girl he secretly is obsessed over lives, hoping she will catch a glimpse of him and run out to profess her love for him. A soft breeze is blowing, leaves are floating all around, the birds are congregated on a leafless tree singing their individual songs as the autumn tries in vane to blow on in earlier then it is permitted. An older man is smiling, the lone child is picking up his pace and he runs into the arms of the man; the man with the smile and the stetson hat. In this man's arms he feels protected, safe from the melancholia that floats above his every step, like the birds floating above him, singing songs of sadness and broken hearted lives. Thickened darkness descends, the sunrise sets way too soon and the clocks begin to stop moving. There is a room with a bed where the boy dreams, of another life, in another time, where wishes are granted and words ring true. Where his forever melancholia is blown away by the warm touch of her hand, the soft sound of her lips... Where the heart beats are steady and provide the rhythm for the old men walking together, by the lake outside the old courthouse where a tattered but proud flag still sits atop a rusted flag pole. You can see the clock is frozen at six thirteen and the boy knows it must have some meaning but it is lost on him. The lone child tosses his ball in the air as he lays on his bed. He is thinking about the girl living down the road, wondering if she knows his name and if she ever sees him walking past her house. With his ball, his radio and the birds flying above him. His door is closed and he closes his eyes and feels the tears within, hidden inside of him. He is forever melancholy and missing someone, some thing, some where. Forever melancholia, like a never ending opera being played out in his head; broken glass he walks carefully barefoot, searching for that open door which can lead him to the place he loves best. Read more http://ift.tt/1hbPRfX
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Thursday, January 11, 2018
“It's a different world the one you live in and the one the rest of the world lives in. You don't deal with the same reality as most. Electric bills, unemployment, feelings of insignificance - existential questions. It took me until I was in my 50’s to accept that I had, indeed, lived the life I wanted to live. It could have been easier had I made different choices, but then, it wouldn't have resulted in the person I am, right now.” She spoke those words and I believed her because it was her truth. She was surrounded by love which had all sprung from her lives and loves. The years that had passed had been filled with living not just going through the motions. “I have no idea where the time has gone,” I said, “the love I spent and the wasted arguments. Life, for me, has been as if thrown into these rapids in front of us. I was thrust into a rushing reality and it has swept me forward, left, right, crashing into rocks, down waterfalls - all unexpectedly. But I am also aware of how blessed I have been to be in the right place at the right time.” “You are talented, beyond talented. You will be remembered forever, Tom.” “My words will be remembered - the myths of who I am, who I was, what I did...none of it, most of it is untrue will outlive my true self. Once you are gone you are either immortalized or demonized.” “I cannot relate to that, sorry. To me you have created a life that will be immortal.” Silence, I didn't know what to say, feel or think. So I held her hand and I looked into her eyes. I didn't realize it but my eyes began to well up. #coming soon #photolabpro #infidel #love #Fame #immortalityInstagram
Tuesday, January 09, 2018
From @let_my_people_know “She has no problem with Russia, the only place in the world where she can’t play is Israel. So what do you think’s going on? What’s the one thing about Israel that’s different than all other places. There’s Jews there…I hope Lorde has a good time in Russia.” #Ohlorde (Source: algemeiner.com)Instagram
Monday, January 08, 2018
Sunday, January 07, 2018
Friday, January 05, 2018
Bottles of Milk Frozen in my Doorway
Somewhere in time there is a young boy throwing a spalding at five stairs leading up to his porch. He is wearing a New York Met's cap, satin New York Met's jacket and blue jeans. He is calling out the names of the players prior to throwing the ball. He is Tom Seaver throwing to Jerry Grote - somewhere in time. 
Somewhere in time there is a young boy sitting by a window watching the snow fall. He is sitting in his pajamas, his elbow on the window sill and he is dreaming about something, because he is always dreaming about something. Somewhere in time four bottles of milk have been left in the doorway of apartment 2D, frozen at the top of the bottles, nice and cold to the taste. Somewhere in time there is a young boy throwing a spalding at five stairs leading up to his porch. He is wearing a New York Met’s cap, satin New York Met’s jacket and blue jeans. He is calling out the names of the players prior to throwing the ball. He is Tom Seaver throwing to Jerry Grote – somewhere in time. There is a small television set with a wire hanger being used as an extension to an antenna that was broken. It sits atop an old giant RCA color television set with two big dials on the face to the left of the screen. Below that are several buttons with the words, Color, hue and tint above them. Somewhere there is a new episode of MASH being shown as a young boy watches and laughs and dreams of being a surgeon or a hero. Down the street there is a bus stop where a yellow school bus comes and picks up children to take them to school. They wait there on the corner and there is a girl the boy gets to see each day yet never works up the courage to speak to her. Somewhere in time a boy and his father are picking up bagels for the rest of the family. As they drive home in a sky blue Chevrolet Impala, the boy sits on his father’s lap and steers the car down the block. His father honks the horn as they pass their apartment and they both laugh. Somewhere in time, it is a Sunday and the boy and his mother are going to see a movie at the Avalon theater in Brooklyn, New York. The movie is called, “The Sting,” and it stars Robert Redford and Paul Newman. To the boy sitting next to his mother, she is the most beautiful woman in the world and his best friend. Continued www.freddyzalta.com #memory #brooklyn #love #nymetsInstagram
This was back in 2002 when I wrote what the self-described experts called, "his comeback album." It sold over three million records and I won a couple of Grammys so the record company was happy. Having millions of people experience your own personal failures in words and tune can feel like an internal nuclear war. But after a while, what inspired the words, the tunes, the musical arrangements become just another person's experience. You see we are not who we think we are - we are expansions of who we once were, what we once experienced. We respond to life based on our prior experiences, flinch when the hand goes up simply because in the past we should have flinched to protect ourselves, but didn’t know better. We have fears because of prior experiences, not because the future is warning us. We think we learn and sometimes we do learn, but most times we are simply putting up layers to protect ourselves from one feeling or another once again. From another upcoming (no one will read) short story by Freddy Zalta @photo_lab_app #photo_lab_app #shortstory #literature #publishme #infidel #coffee #illstandbyyou #artformysake #zaltaInstagram
Tuesday, January 02, 2018
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