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Shoshi’s Bread Shop & Dance Cafe

Nov17

Shabbat, November 17th, 2012/7am PST~San Diego, CA

This morning while writing a letter to a friend of mine, I had an inspiration and a new idea occurred to me as I wrote. Here’s an excerpt from my letter…

SHOSHI’S BREAD SHOP & DANCE CAFE

My newest plan is to make a short-term return into the domestic service profession, while at the same time returning to school.  In this economy it makes sense to have a cash-generating business; a product or service that most everyone needs and not just wants.  So far people still need help in their homes and as you know, I am very good at homey things.  I make love to a home and create sure magic!

So far I have one weekly house cleaning/cooking/nanny gig and am looking for 2 others.  I want to maintain at least three clients so that in the event that I lose one, I’ll still have an income and can find a replacement client.

Any income I receive from my Matrix Momma Studios internet business will be “extra income” to use for school.  I am launching MMStudios this fall and already have two clients.  MMStudios will give me the opportunity to meet and work with other creatives who need a presence on the net.

Additionally, I have a phone meeting next week with my brother, Chef Bruce B. Piatek II, to discuss my newly re-visited idea to become a pastry chef.  I have no idea what he will say and if he will think I can succeed at that line of work, or not?  If he does think that I can do it and will give me his blessing and later, perhaps, indorse me, then my plan is to get a pastry chef certificate from a community college.

I like very much the idea of feeding people.  Maybe someday I’ll have a pita shop like the one Shabtai and I ate at in Old Yafo, (Jaffa, near Tel Aviv) Israel in December 1996?!  Oh, the aroma of that place! The sheer beauty and alure of all those stacked-up piles of round loaves: old world flat breads, sumptuously spread out in an open-air corner market; patties of delightful varieties….seeded pita, cheesy pita, garlic pita, pita with an egg in the middle, large, Arabic pita with Za’atar seasoning, and the list goes on…

BREAD SHOP!

Breads baked on hot stones over an open fire!

PIZZA!

PITA!

Naan bread

Tortillas

Etc.

Hey, I could specialize in selling flat breads from around the world! Any and every nationality could find a home in Shoshi’s Bread Shop.  I could decorate with all the flags of the nations hanging as banners around the shop!  And at night, I can clear out the bakery floor, move the cafe tables to the periphery of the room, and voila, it’s a dance cafe!  And in the dance cafe we will dance international folk dances from around the world.  Everyone will hold hands in a circle.  On the walls around the Bread Shop Dance Cafe, will hang photos of nature scenes from around the world. :)   I love all people! :)   I’ve had the seed of every nationality in my hands! *wink*

COMMON GROUND: Bread and Dancing!

Now there’s an idea for world peace, eh?! :)

I crack myself up!

XO Shoshana

THIS IS THE BAKERY SHABTAI TOOK ME TO…

Review: The Legendary Abulafia Bakery in Jaffa, Israel (near Tel Aviv)

Sambusac Stuffed with Potato, Mushroom, Cheese and Hardboiled Egg

Here are your directions. (1) Board plane for Tel Aviv (2) Clear immigration and customs (3) Ask taxi driver to take you to Abulafia. You could tell him that it is in Jaffa, but he already knows.

SP’s dad, you mention anything related to the Middle East and his eyes glaze over with desire as he tells you about how you have to make it to Abulafia.

Do you get what I’m trying to say here? This 24-hour streetside bakery has been located at the same corner in Jaffa since 1879. They pretty well have the recipes tweaked out at this point. That turnover, calzone looking item you see above is called a sambusac, and this one was filled with silky smooth mashed potatoes, onions, mushrooms, and cheese. Big deal right? When you order it, they put it on the grill for a minute, then cut it open and add a sliced hardboiled egg. The warm, creamy potatoes, the rich egg and cheese, slightly chewy but tender dough, lots of black pepper. Dang! Suddenly I understand what all the other pastries I’ve ever eaten filled with cold, dry mashed potatoes were referring to.

Just up the street, Abulafia has another location that serves sit down meals and apparently has unbelievable hummus, according to Hillel. I didn’t have room for it today.

If you are doing any more web research about the bakery, be sure and check multiple spellings. Even on their own sign they have both Abuelafia and Abouelafia, and I’ve also seen Aboulafia.

While you are in Jaffa, you can stroll up to beautiful overlooks of Tel Aviv and the Mediterranean, and walk through one of the nicer, cleaner Old City areas I’ve seen, with some high quality, not so touristy art dealers.

Just to whet your appetite further, here’s a picture of Abulafia’s pita with zatar, if you don’t mind looking through the glass.

Pita Bread Covered in Zatar

BELOW IS A POEM I WROTE IN 2003 WHILE MISSING SHABTAI ONE DAY…

Prelude Muse to the poem coming to me:

I was eating lunch and drinking margarita’s at El Torito’s in San Diego; missing Shabtai and dreaming of immigrating to Israel.  Later that same year I wound up abandoning my Zionist dreams after meeting with the emissary from the Israeli Consulate in Los Angeles.  We met in the conference room at my former employer–the United Jewish Federation of San Diego County.  I will never forget that meeting.

He asked me what my skills were and what I would do for work in Israel.  I said that I wanted to plant trees.  He laughed and replied: “Only the Arabs plant trees and they make, if they’re lucky, $300.00 dollars a month.”  The emissary then proceeded to explain how hard it is to survive in Israel and that my best bet would be to find a rich, Israeli husband, or, to just go there and find my way by the seat of my pants!

Just before we ended the meeting and parted ways, I  shook his hand and thanked him. He was so impressed with my firm handshake that he shook my hand a second time!  He said to me: “Ah, you shake hands like a man, not like a woman with a flimsy hand; I like that.”   I chuckled and replied: “Yes, my Momma taught me to always give a firm handshake and look a person in the eye while shaking their hand.”  He grinned.

This poem was originally entitled: “Salsa Anyone”. It is much more inspiring to hear me dramatically recite it with my breathy, lustful voice but my headset-microphone combo took a dump over the summer and I’ve not gotten a new one.  Sorry to those of you who love my voice and voice blogs!

Tasting salsa-

dipping, chipping, sipping

my marguarita…

Ahh, I can’t wait-

to get there

home

H-O-M-E

Yeah, home.

To Israel!

“Israel?” you ask

face screwing up

like I’m crazy

or worse

Yes, say I

I-S-R-A-E-L

My home.

Ancestral

and future.

You must not know her

or her people

‘cuz if you did

you wouldn’t query.

How lusty they are!

Mm-mm good.

Lusty, lovely, lucious!

And dips?

Talk about dips!

Not one

Not two

Mm–So many!

Hummus

Zhoug

Tahina

Babaganoosh

Turkish Salad

Olives, Olives.

Spicey ones

tangy ones

pitted ones

chewy ones

red ones

green ones

with flecks of garlic

with herbs; oregano, corriander

and this is only the beginning….

You’re sitting across the table

from a drippy-eyed, gorgeously

sexy Israeli

Uzi at his side and in his pants

Feeling quite oozy yourself

munching olives

sucking pita

smothered with eggplant salad

intoxicated by garlic

but he doesn’t care

about the garlic, I mean

Oh no!

Just go ahead and

breathe

on him

and he’ll tell you

“I love garlic”

while he strokes your inner thigh

with his warm, olive colored

sun-tanned hand

HEAVY

that’s how the air feels

at your pita, garlic, olive table

in the salty air

of the Mediterranean

of Israel

Spell it out now…

I-S-R-A-E-L

Oh yes!

Now that’s poetry!…..

And suddenly your senses

begin to understand why

all the whole world has fought

over this tiny piece of property

for so damn long

It’s simply

in the air

in their air

Israeli air….

garlic air.

By the way

did you know

garlic is an aphrodisiac?

Salsa?

Forget about it!

In my next post I will finally be sharing the images from my 1996/97  Israel trip with Shabtai Levi. There are over 100 photos in the set and it will take some time to scan, sort and upload.  Have a GREAT weekend, my friends. :)

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My Husband My Lover My Friend

Nov14

In my perfect little cottage life

I am a happy, healthy, horny wife

I love my husband and he loves me

We’ve given up all idolatry

We laugh in the morning

Make love at noon

Screw like rabbits

How he loves my poon!

We live on the land

And grow our own food

In our sacred haven

We dance in the nude!

He is my soul-mate

My lover

My friend

‘Til death us do part

World without end, amen!

Poetry by Shoshana Rose 2012

My Simple Wishes

Sep28

 THANK YOU SWEETY!

This quick post today–Friday, September 29th, 2012 at 6:51am EST in Central Florida, USA–is a SHOUT OUT TO JASON!  He gave me permission to thank him here in cyber-space. :)

Jason chose these two books for me from my WISHLIST on Amazon. They arrived some time within the past week and I am just now getting time in my busy schedule to post about it.

This is the second gift Jason has sent me this year. I don’t know him in the real world and have no face to go with his name, but he knows me!  And he comments on my blog from time-to-time and always is uplifting.  He recognizes my generosity to my Matrix Fans and likewise blesses me in return.

I like Jason. :) And in exchange for his PATRONAGE, he received his choice of my sexy, nude video clips. His favorite is NUDE SUN BATHING.

DISCLAIMER: My sexy videos are NOT PORNOGRAPHY! I have not and do not participate in video tapings of having sex with another person! I DISBELIEVE in PORNOGRAPHY but I DO BELIEVE in ART!

A great deal of the art I have done over the past 6 years has been quite SEXY, that’s true; I couldn’t help it!  For, after finding myself with a beautiful body and brains, during the time in 2006 when I went RAW ORGANIC in my diet, was dancing 12 hours a week in College Dance Classes and began working as a professional Erotic Body Worker, well folks, the truth is, a sensual MUSE overtook me!  It was a FORCE that slammed into my being and transformed me.  The more time I devoted to a pure lifestyle, the sexier I felt and behaved.  And so I came to believe that the Creator must certainly have a sexy side!

And it’s quite fitting, don’t you think, that a girl named SHOSHANA would wind-up being gifted with a personality corresponding to the virtues of her name?  “Shoshana“, after all, is only mentioned once in the Bible, found in the one-and-only sexy book in the Bible: The Shir Ha Shirim/The Song of Songs (often referred to by Christians as The Song of Solomon)

1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Song of Songs chapter 2 verses 1-4

From the Hebrew Bible, Verse 1: “Shoshana” is the fourth word from the right and is spelled Shin-Vav-Shin-Nun-Hey

שושנת

אני חבצלת השרון שושנת העמקים׃

Verses one and two are spoken by the male lover, verses three and four are the female lover’s response.  I find it fascinating that the male here is the one whose name is Shoshana and declares himself a Lily of the valleys and then says his love is also a lily. Yet she does not reply and call him a flower in return, as he calls himself, she says that he is like a TREE; a sheltering, laden-with-fruit, scrumptious, juicy tree!  A banquet of LOVE!

From these verses I derived the primary symbolism for my Coat of Arms. SHOSHANA ROSE represents ART LOVE & BEAUTY  and it is these three that are my foundation  and embody the ideals of my mission on earth.

Introduction to “Shir HaShirim” – The Song of Songs

Introduction to the Introduction to “Shir HaShirim”

“Shir HaShirim,” The Song of Songs, is one of the five “Megilot,” or Sacred Scrolls, that are part of the Hebrew Bible. It is a timeless allegory of the relationship between HaShem and the People of Israel, in terms of the love between a man and a woman. It is recited on “Pesach,” the Holiday that celebrates the liberation of the Jewish People from slavery in Egypt.

On “Shabbat Chol HaMoed,” the Shabbat that occurs during the Intermediate Days of the Holiday, or on the Seventh Day of that Holiday when Shabbat coincides with that day, the reading of the “Megilah” of “Shir HaShirim” is incorporated into the Services in most synagogues in the Jewish world.

It is most appropriate that this “Megilah” be read on the Holiday of Pesach, because this Holiday is the “Holiday of Spring,” the Holiday of the return of life, of creativity, to the world. Its theme is “love,” the rebirth of which is also symbolized by Spring.

As mentioned above, this “Megilah” is an “allegory” for the relationship between G-d and Israel in terms of the love of a man for a woman. The “mashal,” or the “metaphor,” focuses on the man and the woman; the “nimshal,” or referent, is the relationship between HaShem and the People of Israel. According to the RAMBAM, a twelfth century Torah giant of the Jewish People, the highest form of relationship between a human being and HaShem is the relationship based on love, “Ahavat HaShem,” even higher than the relationship built on fear or reverence, “Yirat HaShem.” The RAMBAM continues, “Just as when a man loves a particular woman, he cannot remove her from his thoughts, with just such intensity should a person love HaShem.

And since Judaism regards the relationship between a man and a woman as potentially holy, Rabbi Akiva argued (Mishnah Yadayim 3:5) for the inclusion of Shir HaShirim in the Sacred Canon when its inclusion was questioned because of the apparent earthiness of the “mashal.” He said that if all the other Books of the Bible are considered “Kedoshim,” Holy, then Shir HaShirim must be considered “Kodesh Kodoshim,” the Holiest of the Holy, because both its “mashal” and its “nimshal” are holy.

See full article here: http://www.ou.org/chagim/pesach/shir.htm

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The Closest Thing To Flight✫✶*¨*.¸¸.✶*¨`*.✫

Sep24

Kenny thinks I should go to New Zealand and make it my number one goal to find a well-off Kiwi who will support me doing my dance and art.  The last time I spoke to Yoni I told her that I will probably remain single the rest of my life.

Last night I laid in bed trying to get up a good feeling by finding my “happy thought”.  I fell asleep imagining myself dancing in swirling silks.

Two nights ago I had another of my recurring dance nightmares.  Over the years I’ve had repeat dreams about both Israeli and Grossmont College dance classes.  In the nightmares about Israeli Folk Dancing, it’s always the same…

I make it to a session

all of Shabtai’s old friends are there

everyone is laughing and dancing and telling dumb jokes

it feels, at first, like I’ve “come home”

until I get up on the floor to dance

I move into the circle

clasping hands with two familiar faces

we begin to dance

I hear the music

familiar joyful songs

music with drum beats

empowering rhythms

I know the dance

I remember…

But then, just as we get up a momentum around the floor, I get boxed-in and feel cramped.  I can’t move-out like I want to.  My feet feel stuck in an 18″ square of space.  I want to glide across the floor but people are blocking me.

Then I wake up.

In my recurring nightmares about Grossmont Dance classes, they too are always the same…I am trying to make it back to school but selfish people create chaos around me and prevent me from getting back to class.

Years ago I recall dreaming two similar, quite mystical dreams about Grossmont Dance.  In the first one I was registering for classes and when I asked for directions to the studio, the person in my dream told me that the only way to get there was to swim the ocean and then scale the wall of the island. He showed me the location of the Island on a 3D map in full color.

The Island, I saw, was surrounded not only by water but more, by a fortress-type, stone wall.  When I looked at it on the map, I thought: “That looks like Honey Island in Anat’s children’s book. And didn’t she tell me that she wrote that book after dreaming of an Island in the sea?  I have to review her Honey Island story.  Is Grossmont Dance on Honey Island?”

Yes, I dream in full-color and often am thinking thoughts that are from real life even if the dream takes place in the Other Realm.

In a related but happier dream, during the time I studied dance at Grossmont College (2003-2008), I dreamed that I saw a Jazz class in session and that the studio was located along a rushing river bank.  I woke up thinking: “That’s The River of Life”.✫✶*¨*.¸¸.✶*¨`*.✫

My memories of dancing at Grossmont College are among my most happiest of thoughts. 

Ah, so much space to move across the floor freely! 

Dancing in Jazz class felt like the closest thing to flight✫✶*¨*.¸¸.✶*¨`*.✫

 

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Hereditary Gifts

Sep4

Tuesday, September 4th, 2012/10:48am EST~Central Florida, USA

Thomas’ Tile Work

Today is my youngest son’s twenty-fifth birthday! :)   According to our family members, Thomas looks a lot like his Mom (me).  He is a lot like me in other ways too–he’s tapped-in to his inherited, Celtic artistic and a poetic gifts.

Here are two poems that Thomas wrote spontaneously one morning 10 years ago, when he and I lived at the Cottage-of-Rest in Ramona, California where we found our inner poets.

Word-for-word as he wrote them…the hearts are his too :)

I wrote this in the shower.

The worlds gone and got itself in a rush…

They need a leader to tell them to hush…

I now know that you see the ways…

of the paths taken in bygone days…

Honor and Respect are the key…

They’ll get things right and set the spirit free…

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you…

That is the truth I am telling you….

The world may be awful, gloomy and blue…

But it brightens things up…

Just thinking of you

♥ Tom

Thomas Campbell

Why do things have to be this way

Just roll in the sun and chew on some hay…

My M♥M knows the lies they’re feeding us…

Where people crave money, items and lust

TV’s corruption, school is a crime

If only I could set back the time

To when people loved, lived and died

And when they tried, oh how they tried

To follow his ways…

Yes those were the days

But don’t get low and down just yet

Relax, just breathe, don’t you fret

For look at God’s gifts to us

The ocean, the sky and even the dust

Oh yes God is great when it comes to nature…

So crisp, so clean and most of all pure…

So when you feel sad and not so great

Please do no yell and add to the hate…

But go outside to where you belong

And behold in the harmony

of all of life’s Song!

Thomas Gabriel Campbell written at age 15

Musing on David’s Art

Sep2

David Diaz & Shoshana Rose

This morning I’ve been busily musing upon the art of David Diaz.  He posted a mermaid image on his Facebook profile this week and I can’t stop thinking about her.  About the mermaid!  The design and colors of the work drawn me in:

I am swimming with her

Nurturing the whales

I don a golden tail✫.¸¸.*¨`*.♥

David and I have been friends since 2007 after meeting on Friendster.  We were drawn together by our mutual interest & love for beauty and art.

Today I am in colorful, happy mood as a result of DD’s art.  And I thought about that and it occurred to me that his art invokes the muse.  He’s a Wizard and his paint brush is his wand!

Art is therapy, folks.  Art in all it’s forms.  So when the rush of modern life gets you down, and you can’t find your happy thought to give you warm fuzzies, seek out art.  Let your imagination run free.  Visualize love.  See beauty with your inner eye.

This method of meditation clears the cobwebs.  Light emanates from the brain when colorful thoughts are processed.  Contrariwise, darkness oozes from the mind when bad news and chaos is the focus.

Turn off the damn news and bathe your mind in memories of love whilst viewing beautiful art.  Walk into the paintings…into the realm of a Wizard!

What dreams may come✫.¸¸.*¨`*.♥

Mother Nature by David Diaz

 

Shabbat in San Diego

Aug1

Hoi there people!  Real quickly…I just want to share a photo album and video from last Friday night’s Sabbath meal with friends. And I will try to carve out time to write a more meaningful post here real soon….telling you about my travels. :)

My Sunflower Hat

LINK—-> Dinner with Friends

VIDEO

 P.S. Happy Switzerland Day to my Swiss Friends!

Shabtai & Shoshana Photos

Jul26

Purim 1996, Shabtai went as a Gangster with a bloody gash on his cheek and I was a flapper :)

The other day I picked up 6 boxes of books and files I had stored with a friend here in San Diego for the past four years. Inside were some old photos of Shabtai and I, dated 1995 – 2000.

It’s lovely to remember him…such a good-looking, pure soul!

A New Kind of Race

Jul15

My totally awesome, artist-clairvoyant friend, Kris Cahill, shared the above image on crackbook yesterday and I love it so much that I want to spread it around too.

This message is good and true and is one we should heed.  Enough is enough I say…it’s time to focus on proper actions.

If Napoleon Hill was right about our sub-conscience minds, that they magnetize and attract to us the things we think about, then it stands to reason that if we’re to achieve a new world of peace, love and joy, then our thoughts and actions need to be wholly aligned with peace, love and joy!  To continually feed upon the drama and chaos of daily world events we only serve to thwart our progress toward peace.

Quotes by Napoleon Hill …

“Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.” — Napoleon Hill

“Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.”
– Napoleon Hill

“Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success.” — Napoleon Hill

“The subconscious mind makes no distinction between constructive and destructive thought impulses. It works with the material we feed it, through our thought impulses. The sub-conscious mind will translate into reality a thought driven by fear, just as readily as it will translate into reality a thought driven by courage or faith.”
– Napoleon Hill

ANNOUNCING A NEW KIND OF RACE

Line up everyone

To the new track meet

A race with a finish line

Where you’ll never be beat

‘Cuz the purpose of running

Is not just to win

Some sort of ribbon

Then do it again

This race is different

It’s about running with heart

For people & planet

Each one doing their part

Come join me friends

All you with compassion

Let’s make a difference

Marrying words with some action

There’s so many hurting

Down in the dark city

Broken hearts that are crying

Let’s muster our pity!

Artists are gifted

From God above

So let’s use our talents

To spread joy & love

Almost off the Grid

Jul8

Sunday, July 8, 2012/7:14am EST~Kissimmee, Florida USA

Ten years ago, while on my 18 month Sabbatical, in a tiny cottage in The Valley of the Sun (Ramona), San Diego, California, this was my daily reality ….

HOME SWEET HOME

 

Today I stayed home

What a glorious treat

Far from the strife

And the fast, racing feet

 

Just home sweet home

Working the soil

Feeding the birds

Watching lentil soup boil

 

Smelling aromas

Listening to quiet

Hanging the laundry

No one shouting: “Go buy it!”

 

‘Cuz I don’t have T.V.

I don’t surf the net

I’ve snapped back to the real me

I myself again met

 

Ah, how wonderful

Oh how grand

Just staying home

Loving my land

This image is of one of my composition book journals with a color copy reduction of an acrylic painting I created during my Sabbatical in the mountains. Painted in the summer of 2002.