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InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness
Fine-tuning to my Presence
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2007_12_04-11, Chanuka updated
on 2008_12_21
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This intro-page to the eight "candle"
is like the Shamash, the servant-candle,
which lights 1, then 2, then 3, then 4, then 5, then 6, then 7, and finally
8 candles
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The last "Finetuning to my Present"
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What is Chanuka for me now? I never liked the Zionist-Israeli interpretation : "We are the Maccabees of this generations and the victory is ours!" For the self-victimization of the Jewish people has not yet healed. Once they said: "We cannot do anything against being slaughtered". Now they say: "We cannot do anything but have a strong army, and kill whoever stands up to kill us." Still victims! Still not Masters of our destiny. But neither do I like the passive trust in divine miracles. The "kad katan" song 
is very sweet, but it's the same approach: "We are weak, we are totally dependent on God." Then there is the third approach of praising the light, light, light. There are truly wonderful songs containing this message, and the best song of all is "  But when it comes to the song: "We came to drive out darkness",  I shiver. It's the old dualistic concept of "The Sons of Light" against "The Son's of Darkness", which - in the Qumran sect -has found its way even into the religion of Oneness: "Hear o Israel, YHWH, =yihyaeh= everything that has happened, happens and will happen= is ONE". |
It was my daughter's awareness
in 2001, that we had to change what is the favorite song of little children, and it was my encounter with the Chabad couple, which motivated me to go a step further in modifying that song. It's not light against darkness, for "I, YHWH, make all these", "make", not "made". "I create evil", "create", not "created"! 
But it's also "I, who make newness, now it's growing, cant' you recognize it?" 
Is.43:19, see song What is new? The understanding, that Oneness includes Manifestation: the one sun shines in many rays the one sea moves in many waves the one light appears in many colors, but they are not opposed to each other, they are just different from each other, just different shades. So that is Chanuka for me: Extending my inner space to include, contain, comprise ever more "rays", "waves", "shades of colors", i.e. aspects of the One, who we are. My camera this week clicked by error, and the result will be the evergrowing symbol of these eight days. |
I'll start with 2 photos, the first - taken
2 days before the Eve of Chanuka,
while climbing down my "Wadi
of Compassion" and up to the
pool.
It was raining
in Arad, for the first time in this winter
- what a blessing!
The second photo was taken towards the Eve of the
second candle.
December 5, Light and Shade,
sunset from the entrance to my veranda, across my almost naked pomegranate-tree
and the neighbors' beautiful conifer.
to
former sculpture of my Present 
to next
sculpture of my Present
2009
[This sculpture continues my
happy experience with my landlords' family]
My
Desire on 2009_11_22-23
"My desire for Meital Cohen is – that the
harmony, the love and the mutual help
which have been growing between us,
ever since Amit- while still in your womb -
invited me into your house,
may radiate on all areas of your life, where those blessings are not yet developed!"
This image of
"The radiation of a pretty vine's shadow
on the ceiling of my veranda
in the Cohen's house",
has somehow "engraved" itself
on the opening page of my image-editing sofware "Firework"
ever since Meital's 33rd birthday on November 22
Since
no "Satan-shrubs" are separating between us and our neighbors any
longer,
the sun could use for reflection the shiny roof of our neighbor, Shalom's,
car...
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I was invited to celebrate Meital's birthday among her children and her friends
Meirav, Hagit, Orly, Etti
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Meital - pressured by the tiniest spot of dirt anywhere - but with a big, red heart!
2009_11_26
The next day
Meital asked me to take care of the children for 2 1/2 hours,
while she had to go to her course of arranging eye-brows,
and Ofir was still on his army-duty,
guarding the Dead Sea kibbutz Mitzpe-Shalem for a week.
For the first hour I was only with Amit, and it was lovely as always.
Here he tries for about 15 minutes to extract a nail,
which I suddenly discovered in my computer chair.
I gave him my professional "pleyer", but to no avail.
He had to give up and I did the work myself.
But then Lior came back from some course,
and her mood was so bad, that I could hardly breathe.
When trying to draw her out, she at least could cry.
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a second letter to Meital about the Grace, which Lior cannot remember having taught me. 
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She
claimed, she was longing for her father. And, of course, now at least her mother should be here. I am not sure, that this is all there was to it. But I want to focus on what I desire for her and for me: That she'll be aware of the reason for her pain, and that the relationship between the two of us returns to the former creativity and harmony. (See, e.g., K.i.s.s.-Log 2008_07_03 and some more photos in 2008_07_07) And that she may remember (see 2008_03_23 and 2008_03_24, that it was her who taught me that beautiful "Grace" which we now sing before meals at Shoham  |
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2014-04-11
On Shabbat-Eve suddenly both Cohen-Kids brought me "my"
Shabbat-meal and --- surprise - stayed with me!
For the first time in years they began to wildly play, inventing a new game
every 3 minutes for almost 2 hours.
In "Felt Day"
I told, that I felt ambivalent, both greatly enjoying them, but also wanting
to be left alone.
They let me watch the baby-turtle, which they found 3 weeks ago and still
guard in a box in their garden.
The baby walked freely along the cloth-covered space next to my computer,
gnawing a piece of salad,
crawling up to Sharon Maor's/ Yael Gavish's book- song : ha-midbar
medabber, The Desert is Talking,
and - ejected an unproportionally big roll of shit- a
coincidence,
because when the kids came in, the
screen was open with what I had just been re-reading:
the biblical verse about shitting outside the camp
Though Meital, the kids' mother, my land-lady, once came in to tell me:
" there is a God: the neighbors got rid
of their barking dog!!!"
[at first I wrote "their
barking God"- the same word with turned-arout letters!]
took some photos of the turtle with her i-phone and left,
the kids remembered that years ago I used to let them take pictures with my
"real" camera,
and so they shot around freely. These are the good shots, sculpted into a
composition by myself.
The next day, on Shabbat, Lior and Amit came to visit
me again. But only two of Amit's photos were interesting to me:
Ofit, his father, along the new fence, and the baby-turtle being taken by
a leash, which they found among my multiple threads.