Who gave the hoopoe a golden crest of feathers? ?מִי עָנַד לַדּוּכִיפַת צִיצַת נוֹצָה? Mi ‘anad ladukhifat tsitsat notsa? This story is based on an Arab tale that was retold by Israel’s poet, Hayim Naxman Bi’alik (חַיִּים נַחְמָן בְּיָאלִיק).

13 Aug

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When King Solomon (הַמֶּלֶךְ שְׁלֹמֹה) felt overwhelmed with his royal job, he used to take vacations in a special city called Tadmor that he built for this purpose in the middle of the desert. He used to fly there for few days on his personal White Eagle, (נֶשֶׁר לָבָן) and when he came back he felt refreshed and ready to rule his people (and animals).

On one of his flights the sun shone vigorously and King Solomon almost passed out from heatstroke. The king of the Hoopoes saw him and called his flock to create a bird-cloud to shade the fainting king and rescued him. To thank the hoopoes, King Solomon promised to fulfill a wish for them. So, the hoopoes discussed it for a whole day and decided to ask for a golden crest (צִיצַת זָהָב) of feathers. King Solomon told them that if they decided their wish was futile, he didn’t mind helping them again.

The hoopoes received a golden crest and were overjoyed. They began acting like narcissists, looking at their reflection in the water all the time. A hunter watched the hoopoes boasting and put a small mirror on the ground. When a hoopoe came to watch itself he hunted it and sold its golden crest. When others heard about the “flying treasure,” many people began hunting the hoopoes to become rich. The hoopoes were in trouble. As a last resort, the king of the hoopoes went back to King Solomon, begging him to rescue his birds from extermination. King Solomon, understanding that the hoopoes had certainly learned their lesson, took pity upon them and removed the gold from their crest. Ever since, the hoopoes have been content with their lot and behave modestly, but still seem very glorious even with their non-golden crest (צִיצָה).

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Here is an excerpt from the beginning and end of a lovely song by Oded Hillel about the hoopoeThe poet rhymed דּוּכִיפַת (dukhifat) with מָה אִכְפַּת (ma ‘ikhpat) which means “who cares?”

?בְּיוֹם הַשַּׁבָּת פָּגַשְׁתִּי דּוּכִיפַת וְשָׁאַלְתִּי: מַה שְׁלוֹמֵךְ, מַה שְׁלוֹמֵךְ, דּוּכִיפַת

Beyom haShabat pagashti dukhifat vesha’alti: ma shlomekh, ma shlomekh, dukhifat?

On Saturday I met a hoopoe and asked: How are you? How are you hoopoe?

 לֹא אִכְפַּת, לֹא אִכְפַּת, – אָמְרָה הַדּוּכִיפַת

Lo ikhpat, lo ikhpat, – amra hadukhifat. I don’t mind, I don’t mind, said the hoopoe.

 וּמָה הַשָּׁעָה, אוּלַי אַתְּ יוֹדַעַת? לֹא אִכְפַּת, – אָמְרָה הַדּוּכִיפַת

Uma hasha’a? Ulay at yoda’at? – Lo ikhpat, lo ikhpat, – amra hadukhifat.

And what’s the time, do you know? I don’t mind, I don’t mind, said the hoopoe.

?אָז מַה בְּסוֹפוֹ שֶׁל דָּבָר אִכְפַּת לָךְ וְאִכְפַּת

 Az ma besofo shel davar ikhpat lakh ve’ikhpat?

So what, after all, do you care about?

!אֲנִי לְעַצְמִי, אֲנִי הַדּוּכִיפַת מְאוֹד מְאוֹד אִכְפַּת

Ani le’atsmi, ani hadukhifat me’od me’od ikhpat!

I care about myself, the hoopoe very much!

אָמְרָה הַדּוּכִיפַת וּכְמוֹ שֶׁאָמְרָה פָּרְחָה בְּבַת אַחַת. וְלָמָּה? כִּי חָתוּל רָעֵב מְאוֹד הֵצִיץ בָּהּ מִן הַצַּד

Amra hadukhifat ukmo she’amra parxa bevat axat. Velama? Ki xatul ra’ev hetsits ba min hatsad.

Said the hoopoe and as she said she flew away at once. And why? Because a hungry cat glanced at her from the side.

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The Walrus and the Personal Trainer…

12 Aug

The Walrus and the Personal Trainer...

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Windjammers: The Last Grain Races

11 Aug

This silent footage is spliced together from three films in the SA Maritime Museum Collection capturing life on board a windjammer.

Footage was shot by Alan Villiers on ‘Parma’ in 1933, and on ‘Passat’ by Thomas Wells in 1938 and 1939 and Jack Wadrop in 1948.

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Only The Lonely

25 Jun

Only The Lonely

http://www.stephenfry.com/2013/06/24/only-the-lonely/

http://stephen-fry-me.tumblr.com/

http://www.beatingbipolar.org

Internet based education for people with bipolar disorder

A Silver Lining To Every Storm…

16 May

Littlesundog's avatarDay by Day the Farm Girl Way...

When Oklahoma gets severe weather, it is often predicted a few days beforehand.  The local weather folks had warned us earlier in the week, that the dry line would set up in our area of the state, giving us some pretty fair chances of volatile weather.  I had planned to spend some time this afternoon, preparing for the weather that would surely arrive by early evening.  I wanted to be certain my plants were protected from hail, and make sure to put the vehicles, and anything else I could stash, in our storage building for safe cover.

IMG_6849My first duty of the day was to fix a hearty breakfast.  I do not usually indulge in a filling morning meal, but the instructions on the medication I was taking the past two days, required the tablets to be taken with food. For over a week, I had suffered with poison ivy…

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My wordpress world…

20 Apr

My wordpress world...

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Psalm 51, for Harold xxx

29 Mar

The sweetest of song to escape from the Sistine Chapel…

The Choir of Claire College, Cambridge.

I had the joy of listening to a performance last year

at Douai Abbey, Woolhampton, Berkshire.

Sweet sweet tears…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miserere_(Allegri)

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There Is A Green Hill Far Away – King’s College Choir, Cambridge.

29 Mar

The choir of King’s College, Cambridge sing this lovely Easter hymn.

I remember this  well from my childhood in Scotland.

“Mrs Cecil Frances Al­ex­an­der wrote this hymn as she sat up one night with her ser­i­ous­ly sick daugh­ter. Ma­ny times, tra­vel­ing to town to shop, she had passed a small grassy mound, just out­side the old ci­ty wall of Der­ry, Ire­land. It al­ways made her think of Cal­va­ry, and it came to mind as she wrote this hymn.”

There Is a  Green Hill Far Away.

Music by William Horsley.

There is a green hill far away,
without a city wall,
where our dear Lord was crucified
who died to save us all.

We may not know, we cannot tell,
what pains he had to bear,
but we believe it was for us
he hung and suffered there.

He died that we might be forgiven,
he died to make us good,
that we might go at last to heaven,
saved by his precious blood.

There was no other good enough
to pay the price of sin,
he only could unlock the gate
of heaven and let us in.

O dearly, dearly has he loved!
And we must love him too,
and trust in his redeeming blood,
and try his works to do.

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HAPPY HIPS…you may have to copy this picture and hopefully enlarge to read.

26 Mar

HAPPY HIPS...

“A place for teenagers and young adults with hip dysplasia and hip impingement. We want to support and raise awareness for young people with these hip conditions!”

http://www.facebook.com/pages/HappyHips/306333299387634?ref=stream

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STEPS CHARITY…

http://www.steps-charity.org.uk/Get-Involved/become-a-steps-supporter.html

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KATABIM…a memory of Istanbul and childhood. Oh…those Turks!

26 Mar

Üsküdar’a gider iken
aldı da bir yağmur
Kâtibimin setresi uzun,
eteği çamur
Kâtip uykudan uyanmış,
gözleri mahmur
Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin,
el ne karışır?
Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek
ne güzel yaraşır

Üsküdar’a gider iken
bir mendil buldum
Mendilimin içine
lokum doldurdum
Ben yarimi arar iken
yanımda buldum
Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin,
el ne karışır?
Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek
ne güzel yaraşır

When going to Üsküdar, it began to rain

long is the coat of my scribe, its sleeves get muddy.

The scribe woke up, his eyes are still sleepy.

I am of my scribe and my scribe is mine, it’s nobody’s business.

How well the stiff shirt collar suits my scribe!

When going to Üsküdar, I found a kerchief

I filled it with lokum (Turkish sweet)

When looking for my helper, I found him on my side.

I am of my scribe and my scribe is mine, it’s nobody’s business.

How well the stiff shirt collar suits my scribe!

“This is the tune that drove us CRAZY as little children…

We went and discovered its source, sang what we remembered, then, identified…danced & danced as the Istanbul restaurant’s  musicians played for us…

In a childish trance of joy!!!”