New Home Fresh Start

From red to green, looking forward to a fresh start.

As declared, what was left behind the red door remains.

From this point on will be a new beginning.

 

Green is good!

It signifies prosperity and growth.

I’ll make new friends.

 

Just as I know I will make new connections starting over.

Lessons learned, we keep on moving forward.

Optimism is key making no comparisons with red.

 

My journey while at the red room has taught me many things.

Now it’s time to let it all go and make room for surprises.

I am happy to have found a new home at the green room!

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Umbrella Stands and Green Room

A friend once told me that her parents had an umbrella stand. So I understood that her parents had an Umbrella Stand in a shopping mall and imagined them spending their days selling umbrellas to customers. When I heard later that her father was the owner of a Ford dealership I was confused. It took me a while to decipher the real meaning of an umbrella stand.

Those types of errors happen to children and to foreigners, so when I saw that the name chosen to our new writers' site was "Green Room" I remembered the time when my daughter’s violin teacher, the concertmaster, invited us to the Green Room after a concert. My daughter and I were disappointed when we didn't find a  sunny green room full of plants and flowers.

Even in my own language, Hebrew, I cannot take for granted that I always understand what people mean.  But confusions and misunderstandings can be the stuff that dreams are made of and the beginning of a quest to find out.

I wish us lots of luck  with  the new Green Room and expect this place to be a haven of creative energy, good-will and dreams.

 

Good luck 

P.S. About confusion and translation, an excellent episode of This American Life : Lost in Translation

http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/238/lost-in-translation

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In the Green Room

 

As a performer in a previous epoch, I have been in many a green room. In the theater, the Green Room is where you wait before the performance. The green room was a place for art, and for fellowship. I was primarily an amateur, performing for love not just of theater, but of the community I found there: devoted, smart, friendly, funny, talented people, many of whom became friends for life.

 

 

When I stopped performing and turned to the more solitary work of writing, I kept the friends but lost the community. I have missed it. There have been echoes of it elsewhere. But I hope that this new Green Room will do more than echo. It will resound.

 

 

Now. Time to go on.

 

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New Ends, New Beginnings

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Nostalgia In Reverse


Westerlies
clouds shafted with gold
Atlantic
travellers without
frontiers


carriers
of strange prophetic
atmospheres
and scents I cannot
yet translate

 

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