Today is my daughter's birthday,for me the best day of any year.When she was little we lived in a land of juicy ripe apricots and abundant sunshine on most days. We would go to the nearby market,and buy a few sun kissed "mishmish",the hebrew word for apricots,They were stone weighed and placed in our basket. The mishmish man knew us well. The tree the fruit grew was without any trip on an airplane, just picked from a tree nearby straight to our eager loving hands. .It was a longer walk up and down some hills, she in the stroller , meandering out of it to pause and ask in wonderment about all of the fresh ripe wonders she saw on her path.On the way home,she with warm sweet juicy cheeks ,apricot juice dripping down her chin,giggling,laughing ,smiling, learning about the abundant joy, sparkling glints of sunrays in her eyes.Here is a poem that reminds me of that sweetness ,that joy that lingers with me. Today is a day only of pure gratitude and appreciation. Happy Birhday. my daughter,With all of my love, for all of forever,Emma
| A Newborn Girl at Passover | ||
| by Nan Cohen | ||
Consider one apricot in a basket of them. It is very much like all the other apricots-- an individual already, skin and seed. Now think of this day. One you will probably forget. The next breath you take, a long drink of air. Holiday or not, it doesn't matter. A child is born and doesn't know what day it is. The particular joy in my heart she cannot imagine. The taste of apricots is in store for her. | ||
very sweet. can we call yaara mishmish?
ReplyDeleteof course, she has many names like honeysuckle,little forest,honey comb, all translations for yaara from hebrew. yaara, yaaharaah as truly pronounced in hebrew is is a word found in Ecclisiastes in the O;d Testament used on an occasion to describe great ecstasy and joy, thank you bindi for celebrating this joy with me, om,rhiannon
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