then along came a spider......

and frightened little miss 'WHO AM I KIDDING?' away......
and as she fled the 'haute' scene, the heel of her 'Manolo' was caught in the grating on the sidewalk.......
and it was chopped right off !!! of the 750+, strappy sandal......
and well......
i guess you know the rest.....
she hailed a cab......
weeping over the loss of the shoe......
macabre.......truly.......
as luck would have it, a drunken chassid appeared on the scene.....
recognized the heel immediately......
( having been in the wholesale designer shoe business for most of his life )
and went in search of MISS MUFFET.... ( berger ) !!
as he knocked on door after door,
whilst being EXTRA CAREFUL to kiss EACH AND EVERY MEZZUZAH ! ....
he witnessed a kind of 'euphoric mania'.......
as the Jews in the hood were preparing for shabbos.......
not withstanding the news of the lost 'Manolo'.......
and of the 'fair maiden', last seen hailing a taxi.....

what happened next still has them yakking and gossipping and canoodling.......
TO THIS DAY!!!
the chasid was coming to the end of his search, as shabbos was nearing......
he still had the 18 minute window in which to wrap up the unsuccessful day......
when he passed a kosher bakery.......
STILL OPEN !!!!
odd......very odd......
and the aroma of the freshly baked challahs pervaded his nostrils to such an extent, that he HAD to have a bite!!!
behind the counter was a young woman.......
auburn haired......green eyed........
A VISION !!!!
the chasid knew immediately that this fair,
young woman was the damsel who'd lost the shoe only the night before !!!!

the rest is history!!!

impossible to know..

one can 'invest' wholeheartedly in a person or thing or circumstance....
one can dive, 'head first' , into a pool of 'unknowingness'.......
a pool, if you will, of FAITH......
but one can NEVER........and i do mean NEVER.....
be one hundred percent sure of whether this 'investment' will pan out......
we love because we HAVE TO......
we give because we WANT TO.....
that said, my friends, you must realize, exponentially, that the giving of
love and things and
everything is best realized
by just 'being IN that sentiment'.......
that's the entire experience really......
for if one looks for a 'tit for tat' scenario,
I'm very sorry........
but the shortest end of the stick will rear its head every time!!
give your love away blindly.......faithfully.....entirely......
give your heart away mercilessly........
with FIRE !!!!
and then wait in that window......
the one next to the hearth inside your soul...
look 'upward'
and when you have truly entered a moment of sublime 'GRACE'.......
you will KNOW.......
that all is well.......
that LOVE has preempted even the furthest possible meandering........
that embedded therein are the keys to the 'golden kingdom'.......
there you have it !!
the world according to ME........

and as the year comes to a close......

we reflect.....
we look back.....
with a sense of relief.......a HUGE sense of relief.....
shuddering with trauma and drama and forget-me-nots......
clamoring and imagining the prophesies of 'the scorned ones'......
had things worked in their favor........
victorious!!
grateful!!!
Solomon ic.......
Solomon ic 'super heroes' with leotards and magical weapons.......
not weapons of mass destruction!!
no!!! no!!!
weapons of LAW AND ORDER.......
yes.......
the 'vulgar' will be hung at dawn on the gallows of 'stupidity'.....
the spectators will wear prayer shawls and skull caps.......as per usual......
they wont really be laughing........
more like 'gossiping'......
chuckling insidiously.......to save them from their own 'boredom and drudgery'......
but the hymns will be chanted.....
for the new moon is on high........
peculiarly so......
shining her light upon all who believe......and on some who do not !
singing.......the lady moon is singing her hymns on high.........
aglow with wisdom and celestial presence......
as the secular year comes to a screeching halt!!!!

laugh and the world will laugh with you.......

it is not only 'helpful' to put the best and most advantageous 'spin' on the situations at hand....

but also, in a way, it is ESSENTIAL to do so.....

as the cloak of 'complaints and platitudes' REALLY covers only the back and shoulders of the wearer .....

so doth the donning of a great, white smile cover the days and nights with love and conjecture.....

and renewable, anti-apocalyptic energetic field......

so.....
put the freaking smile on that puss of yours!!!

and be happy that you're not caught in some random sandstorm in some god forsaken desert!!!

put on your dancing shoes and slip and slide through central park.....

as icicles brush up against your cheeks and winter wonder becomes manifest destiny!!!

and fortune will smile upon us........

as the angels blow white, powdery mist upon our faces........
kissing our faces with the 'chill' of winter solstice.......
and 'bygones' are for sale at the flea market of 'no return'.......
for rich is the man who has angels kissing and BLOWING THEIR MYSTICAL BREATH upon his neck and face,
whilst 'forcing' bad energy to slither off of his shoulders..........
rich is the man who wins the smiles of the children who 'love to love'.....
white teeth.......white halos......white aura......white light.........
constant reminders of things forgotten........
yet white and sweet and 'pearly' as the gates......
and the gates have been left akimbo........
unclear and abstract is their 'role' in the saga.....
strange and sanguine and magical mist is rising in anticipation of winter LOVE.........

for 'CASEY'......

the familial relationship is wracked with a mixture of conflicting emotions and sentiments.....
while 'packaged', frequently, with a gigantic, all encompassing, red ribbon, so as not to alarm the voyeurs......
they are watching for 'incident' and nuance........
don't blame them for their 'voyeurism'.......
for inside their heads, are little green men with AGENDAS.......
the voyeurs cannot see them.....
but TRUST ME ON THIS......
they are present!!!
and so........
we continue to ponder the sanctum of 'family'......
with ALL of its residual glory and grief......
for there are moments........sweet as the most luscious nectar.......
where it becomes wholly evident that IT IS ALL COMPLETELY WORTH IT!!!
and you really wouldn't trade it, even if you could!!
and so.......i wish my little one, my 'CASEY', a beautiful and wonderful and miraculous lifetime
of GORGEOUS MOMENTS and love.......

and as the lights of the holidays......

melt away to signify the end of yet another chapter on the road of our lives........
so doth the drama and vulgarity of war and personal strife shut down its pup tent.......
as though it were a 'deflated', hot air balloon.......
and spiky haired, visitors call on your dear friends to make next years batch of potato pancakes.....
but lo and behold!!
there will be no mutiny on the yacht of your deliverance!!
swines have the flu, to be sure.....
the alps overseas are wet with powdered MUD......
no slopes for the weary......only 'sloped' shoulders.......
as age and veracity take their significant toll.......
unfortunately, the apples from rosh hashana have lost their 'honey'......
will cinnamon suffice??
its kind of 'un conventional' absurdity, if you ask the butchers helper......
hes an intellectual.......a bookworm really!!!
so there you have it, friends!!
the world according to GODDESS XREBBITZIN........

and the strange and willowy viral 'snake'.......

inched its way up the 'mount of olives'.....
and 'past lives' were like shadows beneath its belly......
for the snake had once been a wolf, howling beneath the full moon.....
howling on 'rosh chodesh'......
to announce......
to pay homage to the moon itself.....
and to anticipate and to illuminate the dawn of its remembrance.....
for she who arriveth in golden attire, she will be aglow for 'eternity'....
romance and jasmine filled her white gloves with the dust of ingenue......
whilst her copper tresses fell 'voluptuously' around her utterly feminine decolletage.....
and the liturgy continued....
the men sang their hearts out....
as the moon hid mischievously behind a curtain of 'daylight' blue.....

vibrational healing.........festival of 'lights'......

can we usher in 'other worldly' light in order to heal that which is amiss?
fuchsia??
white???
ultraviolet??
can we then command those light formations to rain down upon us,
as though a fountain has sprung from atop our heads,
showering the pure, liquid elixir upon us.......
via a kind of 'osmosis'....
seeping into our DNA , as it were.....
literally 'bonding' us in liquid, transcendental healing......
6 feet in either direction......
a veritable 'bubble' of protective light.......
like Teflon, in a way......
repelling that which is harmful....
maybe NOT like Teflon!!
more organic, to be sure!!
you get the concept!
how then does this relate to chanukah?
the festival of lights??
can we fuse the two seemingly different concepts together to create one,
liquid, fabulous formation of 'Judaic healing'?
whilst singing the chanukah songs??
i am calculating this fusion as we speak.......
not to worry!!
no idolatry will enter the holy sanctum of chanukah!!
that's a promise.......
there are loopholes for just this sort of thing!!
steeped in kabbalah, i suppose.......
searching....pondering......contemplating........
we, the people of the great 'brain trust' are FILLED WITH SOLUTIONS.......
to that which is essentially non problematic to begin with!!!

shocking and sublime differences between women and men.....

we move forward with the distinct impression that somehow, we will be understood by the opposite sex.....
distorted perception for sure, me com padres......
they....MEN......can no more understand us , than the 'little people', just off the boat,
standing in front of 'seven eleven',
can understand the Gettysburg address!!!!!
they are MARTIANS!!!!
its true, by gosh!!!!
men are martians!!!
and WE are superior intellectual and sensitive beings, with the ginormous! capacity to cook, clean, feed, litigate, and comfort ALL THOSE IN NEED/////
HOW IS IT THAT WE END UP 'LIVING' WITH THESE STRANGE AND PUZZLING CREATURES????
the universe is a highly mysterious place, to be sure....
i will absolutely call you THE SECOND i have the answers!!!
for i plan on hibernating with pad and pen, in order to shed light on the 'male / female'
dilemma!!!
shabbat shalom......

'honour thy mother and father'......

tract ate.....

unconditional.....nonnegotiable.....

not so easy, my friends, but absolutely 'critical' to your own sense of valor.....

probably.......probably there is a clause wherein we can feel indignant.....even possibly hostile with regard to this most difficult of commandments.....

but pity befall those who walk away from this hallowed path of indignation.....

for embedded within the act of caring for the elderly, for the sick, for the indigent.....

is a kind of 'angelic euphoria'.....

an ascended platform from which to view specific and candid demographics with keen detail.....

rainmakers come infrequently enough that their appearance upon the bleachers is call to high celebration!!!

and in the final analysis, WHY NOT MAKE RAIN???

flying over central park on my golden 'broom'......

caviar on ice lying on the passenger seat.....
I'm feeling some sense of power and whimsy and heavy, heavy winds!!!!!
this broom stuff is NOT all its cracked up to be!!!
ITS VERY TOUGH ON THE HAIR!!!
nonetheless, the views up here atop central park west are 'heavenly'......
i have the ADVANTAGE.......
no question.....
damn........life can be so perfect!!!
moments in the hourglass........colored sand in the nostrils.......
the smell of the mans skin embedded, somehow, into my very DNA.....
what to do with so much power????
'world peace' could be good......
thinking......thinking.....
the halal stand........
is it KOSHER???
ARE THEY SERIOUS ABOUT THAT???
strange juxtaposed information saturating the skillet of 'latkah land'........

ups and downs of snow drifts.....

we can fly over them.....
skedaddle around them.....
we can lay down and make 'angels' in them.....
the snow moguls are but obstacles on the road to 'Ecstasy'.....
and this road begins and ends on the blustery days of winter......
camouflaged in white ness.....crystalline and pure of form.....
no snowflake is replicable,,,,,,
like a hand print......
unique.....
life lines elongated or segued through the pink and red flesh.......
like a road map upstate......
kind of windy and impossible, but with a cozy 'A FRAME' in sight......
the fire will burn in the hearth whilst the smores
( the ones with the OU on them!) will be eaten.......
burnt to a crisp, but mushy and white inside.....
hmmm......
winter solstice..........

and then there were none....

and the spilled bowls of pureed soup were left to drip on the linoleum.......
in 'cataclysmic fashion'......
one on top of the other......
as the airline tickets were ordered up online......
first class to the south of Ecuador......
all aboard!!!!
the Nazi flag has been burnt for some time now......
yet the ashes can still 'dance up a jig'.....
a 'christalnacht jig'......
actually a 'waltz', i suppose....
kicking up their heels,
whilst our brethren inhale the gas of Novembers forgotten.......
what of the blessed books??
were they similarly fried??
or were they used as toilet paper to wipe the asses of the blond haired, arian children?
one can wonder.....
ghastly meanderings......
good reason to fast and remember........
novembers forgotten.....

the efforts of 'love'......

the very EFFORTS OF LOVE can take on myriad shape and form and even strangely foreign levels of 'flu-like' symptoms.......
for love itself.....
in the end of the day........
is anything but 'effortless'.....
it takes us out of comfort.......out of familiarity....
out of sitting tightly in that place where no one can judge......
it makes us teeter upon the edge of outer space, of unknown territory...
we become quite vulnerable to judgment........
OPEN.....
ready to be called upon.....
ANSWERABLE......
in a way.......
hence.....
the awarness of the enormous EFFORT to love......
to BE loved......
to SUSTAIN and GROW love....
shocking to the system.....
frightening.....
disconcerting......
but, my friends....
once it wraps its pink wings around your 'chilled' body
and its luscious lips brush up against yours......
well........
ALL BETS ARE OFF!!
THE FLOODGATES OPEN wide !!!!
AND NOTHING FEELS SWEETER OR (IRONICALLY) 'MORE FAMILIAR'........
i have this on excellent information!!
the 'love police' will be knocking at your door!!!!
giving out citations!!!!
don't keep them waiting!!
they don't like to wait.......
they wont leave!!!!
they are nonplussed by LOVE procrastination......
for they have seen the GOLD at the end of YOUR rainbow....
you've got some serious celebrating to do!!!!

fascinating.....

in one fell swoop......

the entire scenario is put to rest.....

no more 'in fighting'......

as if....

as if.....

it never existed whatsoever....

only to be followed by cosmic 'synergy therapy'....

magic for the weary.......for the scarred and scorned and scattered....

potato soup......with matzoh ball impact!!

like the 'creamy, orange, Thanksgiving soup for JEWS'!!

silly and yummy and 'carbolicious'!!!

keeping 'in theme' really........

with historical significance....

and then the generational impact can be felt as if bricks were being tossed at our heads!!!

bricks of dense and 'non ethereal' proportion...

earth bound bricks of practical application.......and such......

shot into the head!!!!

can't deny the conspicuous!!

not even worth trying really....

exercise in futility, mate.....

nonetheless, we can fantasise.....

and fantasise we will!!!

for in the end of the day.....

in the VERY END....

all that matters really......

is what happens NEXT.......