{"id":997,"date":"2016-10-21T11:11:08","date_gmt":"2016-10-21T15:11:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/?p=997"},"modified":"2016-10-21T20:33:30","modified_gmt":"2016-10-22T00:33:30","slug":"no-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/?p=997","title":{"rendered":"No Words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3436.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-996\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3436.jpg?resize=300%2C200\" alt=\"img_3436\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3436.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3436.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3436.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3436.jpg?w=1920 1920w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3436.jpg?w=2880 2880w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>My friend, Darcy Smith, wrote a poem, \u201cNo Words.\u201d \u00a0I am posting it today, in honor of Maya\u2019s Yahrzeit, \u00a0Thank you Darcy, and Sadie Press for giving me permission to do so.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No Words<\/p>\n<p>Daring blue skies glare down the oak<\/p>\n<p>covered path that snakes to her house.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I step over leaves the size of hands,<\/p>\n<p>cross hatched, damp from rain pounding.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not autumn yet, but they fell<\/p>\n<p>their secrets piled there, impossible<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to ask what it feels like<\/p>\n<p>to be flung to the ground.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I sit Shiva with a mother, an hour<\/p>\n<p>a lifetime, a daughter gone.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mirrors covered, her girl\u2019s picture propped<\/p>\n<p>on a cold woodstove, lone candle stutters.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Clusters of women sit, crying in her living room<\/p>\n<p>one whispers, \u201cI don\u2019t know how to help her.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Someone stands, sings a quivering acapella<\/p>\n<p>\u2018There ought to be a lullaby for grown-ups\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>On the 15 year old\u2019s shrine, a hard wood puzzle,<\/p>\n<p>each pastel letter of her name rests in its place.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The young oaks silent, her daughter slipped<\/p>\n<p>into the soft light of that sudden morning.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She picked a tree. And leapt.<\/p>\n<p>Her secrets piled there, impossible<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to ask what it feels like<\/p>\n<p>to be flung to the ground.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3435.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-995\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3435.jpg?resize=300%2C200\" alt=\"img_3435\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3435.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3435.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3435.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3435.jpg?w=1920 1920w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_3435.jpg?w=2880 2880w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Darcy&#8217;s poem,\u00a0<em>No Words, <\/em>credit <em>Sadie Girl Press <\/em>August 2016<em>,\u00a0<\/em>new anthology, <em>Incandescent Mind Issue One.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>No Words was\u00a0<\/em>inspired by the life and legacy of Maya Gold. To learn more about uplifting and empowering teens and adults please consider visiting: \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.mayagoldfoundation.org\/\">http:\/\/www.mayagoldfoundation.org\/<\/a><\/p>\n<p>To purchase a copy of <strong>\u00a0<\/strong><em>Incandescent Mind Issue One\u00a0<\/em>go to the book store at <a href=\"https:\/\/sadiegirlpress.com\" target=\"_blank\">Sadie Press<\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cYarzeit\u201d, is Yiddish for \u201ca year\u2019s time\u201d.\u00a0 It is the anniversary of a death.\u00a0 The Jewish calendar is both lunar and solar based (different than the Gregorian calendar which is a solar calendar).\u00a0 This explains why the anniversary date in the Jewish year is different each year, and different than October 2.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My friend, Darcy Smith, wrote a poem, \u201cNo Words.\u201d \u00a0I am posting it today, in honor of Maya\u2019s Yahrzeit, \u00a0Thank you Darcy, and Sadie Press for giving me permission to do so. &nbsp; No Words Daring blue skies glare down the oak covered path that snakes to her house. &nbsp; I step over leaves the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-997","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ripples-pearls-from-others"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p720L0-g5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/997","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=997"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/997\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1000,"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/997\/revisions\/1000"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=997"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=997"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayasgifts.elisegold.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=997"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}