VISIONS OF JOY: September 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

SHIR of the GARDEN SHEARS

SHIR of the GARDEN SHEARS

Finger collides with garden shears

- Joy Krauthammer

Avoiding going to the nearest ER --which is an act I felt strongly against, I was very inventive so I didn't have to go when my finger collided with the sharp rose pruners. Here is my shir* of the garden shears. Preparing for my daughter's visit the next morning, I was multi-tasking, and ridding dead leaves from a plant outside in the 100* + weather.

Needing to be a survivor and constrict the blood stream, I quickly made a strong tourniquet with a tightly wound rubber band to compress my finger. I poured a handy new bottle of hydrogen peroxide on wound and watched the wound bubble. I'd never used that fluid before. I bandaged the wound with bandaids, medical tape, and wound a twist-em over the whole thing to hold it together. I realized that I needed help holding up my hand to keep the blood from flowing down, so I grabbed a belt. Then I grabbed a suitcase strap with clips. I stuck plastic knife in contraption clip to keep finger erect, then switched to a Chinese chopstick so I didn't knife myself. Then I added the ring finger, wrapping it with tape to the whole kit and caboodle to support the poor pinkie finger. I hung up my whole arm, and was very proud of my invention. No ER for me. (Last time I needed a tetanus shot it cost $2,500 in ER.)

I called a nurse who said never to use H. peroxide because it kills good skin. My doc didn't do stitches in office, I was informed. I went in next day for tetanus shot because of the garden shears. Doc didn't have shot in his office so I had to go to pharmacy, wait, buy it and bring it back to MD office. As long as I was there, I also bought the whooping cough vaccine. A walnut sized lump manifested over shot location. Weeks later it is reduced to pea size. oy vey.

I became a one handed typist, and couldn't swim for two weeks in 109* weather and warm water. :( My finger remains tender weeks later and I'm a little nervous now as I prune out the plants' dead leaves from the 100* heat. (I'm careful as I performed as percussionist this week.)

Enjoy the medical photo that I creatively took of myself in a mirror for Shir of the Garden Shears.
*SHIR in Hebrew means "song".

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Since my garden shears careless accident, I am taking a CERT course with the Fire Department. Last week we learned how to emergency splint arms and legs, and it was NOT with knives and chopsticks...
www.CERT-LA.COM

Plastic knife splint before I decided a knife can slice me...

Self Portait by Joy Krauthammer

Sunday, September 11, 2011

911 Memorial

9/11 Memorial
photos and collage by Joy Krauthammer ©

The 9/11 memorial in Porter Ranch, CA was NOT a Vision of Joy, but it was for me a good healing vision to see the 2,977 flags REMEMBERING and HONORING the murdered people in NY and DC in 9/11, so that I, too, could pay tribute to the victims, their loved ones, community, first responders and rescuers.

Where Were You On September 11? article by Sara Esther Crispe

Chabad Reader Comments
Where are we after 9/11?

by Joy Krauthammer

Sara Esther Crispe asks, "Where Were You on 9/11?" Where are we really now, in 4 Worlds of spirit, mind, heart, and body? "Have we changed? Where do we want to be?"

How do we get there? These self-reflective questions are pertinent in Elul as we prepare for High Holidays.
May the Holy One inscribe and seal us all in the Book of Life.

L'Shana Tova Tichetevu V'Techetemu

Let’s remember the fallen victims-- lives snuffed out, murdered by terrorists.
As a tribute to the dead, and for ourselves, let us be all that we can be.

There are 2,977 individual flags, each representing a life lost on 9/11/2001, displayed today, 9/11/11, on gently sloped green grass with trees and flowers blooming, by a busy street near my Porter Ranch, CA home. Each flag contains one person's name, age, occupation (janitor, cook, former dancer, executive VP, secretary, mail clerk, flight captain, firefighter, FBI terrorism expert, or child, student or retiree), location on 9/11 (with color coded ribbons), and photo when available-- some with smiling loved ones, or in uniform.

It is heart and soul wrenching to see the victims; many nationalities, cultures, races, religions, ages; some visiting America. What fear they must have felt. With compassion, I visited our local 9/11 memorial, created with deep respect. With sadness, in tribute, I read each flag and photographed dozens, as if I knew personally each soul. In connection, feeling loss and pain, I said each name, which included Jewish names.

A decade ago, watching NY, my former home, I was stunned; shocked with the horror, the trauma of the attacks. Ten years later, I am changed. I cry listening on the radio to stories shared from victim's families and friends, and from seeing photos, and life and death data. I know that I must do what I can as an individual for shalom /peace. With an open heart and passion with G*d's shared light, I do mitzvot / good deeds in our world, and with self-reflection, do Cheshbon haNefesh (an inner accounting of my soul), and work consciously and in joy in 4 Worlds to be all that I can be. May we all have shalom olam.

I was limited to 1,000 characters for a comment so I wrote two separate comments, 1,000 each and they are combined, published in www.Chabad.org

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Rodney Dickens, age 11. Killed.

9/11 Memorial, Porter Ranch, CA, and Joy not in joy.

photo by Marianne Love

"Joy Krauthammer of Porter Ranch, a temple musician, came to the 9-1-1 tribute because she feels sympathetic and compassionate for the survivors. Krauthammer, who is Jewish, said she tries to reach out to Muslim people she meets in her life to show there can be peace in the world and she can be one of its ambassadors." - Marianne Love, Patch reporter

Here's something posted on a local news site, an interview by Marianne Love with Joy Krauthammer:

http://chatsworth.patch.com/articles/shepherd-of-the-hills-church-offers-tribute-to-911-victims