Spread 188 – A Sudden & Forceful Stream November 1, 2012
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In the Fall, sometimes, memories of childhood in the Negev (prairie/desert) in Israel flutter into my mind. In front of our house was a deserted stretch of land, fifteen minutes walking distance from one end to another, visible in its entirety from our porch, but fading into the horizon. We called it “The Field”. Although it was a completely naked and forgotten piece of earth by adults, much transpired there. For us, the kids of the neighborhood, it was the biggest playground in the whole world. Handmade kites were flown in its sky, make-believe worlds and lifetime friendships were created there. What I mostly remember is the observing and absorbing of the seasonal changes affecting and transforming “the field”. After a long summer drought, rain was greatly longed for. So when Ha’yoreh, the first rain of the season, suddenly appeared in the form of giant drops falling forcefully to the ground, excitement and joy was boldly evident. Rain was certainly not taken for granted. The dry, tough, bare square, would come to life instantaneously, softening, cracking, forming a magnificent abstract pattern, making fun sounds when stepped on. From the cracks, soon would peak small, pale pink, almost white crocus-like flowers, Sitvaniot, borrowed from the word Stav which means Fall, in Hebrew. Memories of the sights of Fall, a sense of clearness, a renewed awareness of possibilities, were all so sweet to me. It happens to me now, in Southern California, where I live with my family. It happened today, after a long warm dry summer that overstayed its welcome as far as I am concerned. The Fall has finally arrived to greet me today. With it, it brought me a sudden and forceful stream of ”I cans”, miraculously cured my overly long summer fatigue.
What a wonderful memory and tribute to fall. I do love your writing.
What a wonderful blog. Your description of fall warms my heart
It is a beautiful spread and a transportive description of your Fall in “The Feild”. The red in the peice is hypnotic drawing you in. Fabulous!
i think this very hot summer lulled us…i am happy for the fall today as well!! lovely how it brought back great memories for you!!
Thanks for sharing your memories so vividly….and so beautifully illustrated by your image.
Such a sweet memory. This spread reminds me of the dry Negev with its potential to bloom. It’s as soothing as the rain at the end of a hot day
Thank you, Orly. This is beautiful.
I’m really drawn to this piece- it’s so luscious and juicy (a strange metaphor, i guess, but trust me, it’s a good thing). Captivating!
Love the memory and the artwork shared here…it’s almost as if you can see bold red blooms bursting through the hard dry ground in your journal spread. The memory and journal spread are both intensely vivid!!
O R L Y ! It was great visiting your childhood “field”. Not only that I felt it , it even made me visit mine…how cool this is… in Hebrew you say זר לא יבין זאת …I am greeting you on your seasonal spirit renewal ! Magically you lift my little broken spirit at this time (-: i think i can i know i wil…xoxo
Weeping, as my own dry, cracked ground opens up to the new life. New rain. New possibilities.
I love you, Orly light
What is this mysterious “rain” thing you write about? I can see it flowing in this luscious spread; I want to lie down in it and drink it in….
I love this work. It tuches me in places I forgot.
I do not know which I like best, your wonderful piece or the narrative. Then I decided why choose. They both warm me!
I do not know which I like best, your piece or the narrative. Then I thought why choose enjoy both. Wonderful!