I focus my experiencing and awareness on being
"a pioneer of Evolution in
learning to feel":
I let my Body vibrate and my Heart 'womb'
pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness,
so feelings can >heal >guide>fulfill>evolve,
and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!! "I
want you to feel everything, every little thing!"
One of
the most popular morning-songs,
wherever I was with people, while still in Germany (until 1964),
In the pool
I recalled a
song ~
I sang it while swimming~~~
I sensed myself sobbing~~~
A most popular morning-song,
which we sang often till 1964,
i.e. till I
left my home-country.
I now translated its praise of U n i t y and
Uniqueness
Es tagt der Sonne Morgenstrahl
Weckt alle Kreatur.
Der Vögel froher Frühchoral
Begrüßt des Lichtes Spur.
Es singt und jubelt überall,
Erwacht sind Wald und Flur.
Wem nicht geschenkt ein Stimmelein
Zu singen froh und frei, Mischt doch darum sein Lob darein
Mit Gaben mancherlei
Und stimmt auf seine Art mit ein, Wie schön der Morgen sei.
Zuletzt erschwingt sich flammengleich
Mit Stimmen laut und leis’
Aus Wald und Feld,
aus Bach und Teich,
Aus aller Schöpfung Kreis
Ein Morgenchor,
an Freude reich,
Zu Gottes Lob und Preis.
The morning sun beam arises
Wakes up every creature.
The early birds joyful hymn
Welcomes the Light trail.
There is singing and cheering
everywhere
Woods and fields are waking up.
Whoever is not given
a little voice
to sing gladly and freely still mixes his praise into it
with talents of many kinds
And tunes into it in his own way
about how beautiful the morning is.
At last rises up like
flames
With voices loud and soft '
From forest and field,
from stream and pond, From all over creation's circle
A morning chorus,
rich in joy,
for the praise and glory of God.
"...Manifestation
is meant to be a playground where being and playing are fun"
[Godchannel]
October 13, 2010, Though Immanuel today returned from Los Angeles
at 2 PM,
I stayed on in order to meet my niece's family the next day.
Before sculpting & composing the photos of this evening,
I came across a sweet sequence about father~~daughter,
which expressed zest and full-fill-ment - in January 2009,
as if this was announcing another sweet sequence,
this time not at the piano at Bet Nehemya,
but at the new dinner table in their new flat at Shoham,
teaching-learning photography...
First I drew out my son about special experiences
at L-A.
He told marvellous things and I was so happy for him.
After some time Mika
- who had retreated to her drawing-chest in "my" room -
came back with a round clipping, called "an invitation".
Immanuel was about to open the sequence of his bike-ride
to "Eagle's Rock", with another pilot, Bobby,
This distracted Mika from her own idea ---- she now wanted to see the pictures
and operate the camera.
"Look, Savta! Abba on a bicycle in America!"
Suddenly she interrupts the camera lesson and brings
a piccolo flute.
And again Abba - who has, like his mother, an obsession to teach - shows her...
While Abba continued to tell me about his joys at the
beach (25 km) of Los-Angeles
and his flight over the endlessly extended town ("like from Ashkelon to
Acco"!)
and about the Northern Lights which they spotted when flying over Greenland,
Mika began to take "artistic" photos...
she photographs herself
and Abba behind chair and glass
she photographs Savta
and her little salt-shaker:
"the face (the
3 holes for the salt) is not visible!"
she complains
Now Abba says: "If you get better at photographing,
I'll give you this camera as a gift!"
He starts to teach her some functions, which she hadn't yet learnt to use
on Savta's camera.
It is very late (21:20) - therefore
no song or story from either Abba or Grandma, only a cuddle and a smile from
Abba
I try to steal myself away, so as not to disturb the harmony, but Abba says
to Mika: "Did you say Good Night to Savta?"
So I come back , and she whispers: "Please,
Savta, a story, just a little one!" She
means a biblical story.
But this time I do not surrender, neither to her nor to myself...
October 14, 2010,
The day, on which I'll meet my niece' family again,
in order to first drive to Ramat-Hadar, to Yanina,
and then to Shoham, to Immanuel, Efrat and Mika.
I feel pressured and therefore wake up already at 5:45
AM.
Immanuel, too, comes down early, in his case it's the jetlag!
The last two days it was me, who brought Mika to
kindergarden.
Today, of course, it's Abba, who is priviledged to do this "job".
Mika makes an effort to tie Nella to her leash, before they leave.
Though Regina had let me know --- when we met at the beach of Tel-Aviv,
that they wanted to meet only me and Regina's cousins, - no other people,
they were ready to encounter my old friend Yanina (73) and her husband.
I wished for them to experience a bit of what Yanina had once said to me:
"We are both holocaust-survivors, you from your side, I from my side!"
Navigating in the center of Israel was extremely
difficult for me, despite Internet maps.
I, who have 3 licenses, including the license for driving a truck up to 15
tons (my bus),
have rarely driven a car in the last 15 years, and all the familiar tracks
have changed.
On this day I had to feel the enormous pressure of helping Ralf to find the
way 3 times:
From Tel-Aviv to Ramat-Hadar, then to Shoham, then to a youth-hostel in Jerusalem.
Regina,
my sister's eldest daughter,
her husband Ralf, both born in 1964,
and their twin daughters:
Christina and Dominika.
Immanuel shows videos on his laptop
with Elah (now an actress)
and with Alon (now in the Navy).
Mika made a drawing for the twins
and presented it to them.
At this stage
she is frustrated with the speechlessness
to which she is condemned.
"Could you talk just a tiny bit of Hebrew?"
she begged during supper.
As to the twins, I till the last day never managed
to know,
who was who, though Tina and Domi are quite different.