Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013
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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!"

January 16, 2010

This is a former version (written 5 days ago)
of what I've written on the previous page.
I find it "worthwhile"... to not delete it...

While Efrat was still in the house
(which pressured me,
for on the one hand she is happy about "the Quintet",
on the other hand so many children around are not easy to bear)
I had wanted to go out with them , right to the "olive-tree circle",
but Itamar wanted to first go to a playground.

When we finally made it to that tiny nature spot
amidst a car-crowded junction,
I was pressured, as I was for the rest of the day.
I had to calculate the time for dinner,
so there would be at least 2 hours between the end of dinner
and the intended "picknick" in the afternoon.
I would have to cook both:
potatoe puree (not liked by Mika)
and my specialties of pancakes,
and at the same time I had to give attention
to keeping up the harmony
between the small Mika
and the kids Itamar and Ayelet
and the adolescents Yael and Arnon.

Mika shows her cousins the treasures of the little spot: here some wild cyclamen

We had hardly arrived, when Ayelet said to me
(one of her rare addresses to me...)
"let's go to another park, which is more interesting"
"but Ayelet, this is a favorite spot for Mika and me,
just look around and see all the plants and stones!"

So, when everyone had explored the tiny hill
in his/her own way,
the boys as well as the girls had an idea,
which in the end became a fantastic co-creation.

Yael works on conctructing a brush,
which would help the girls
to paint the tower of the boys
with the juice from the berries.

Looking at the yellow-orange berries,
which Mika had enjoyed picking already last time,
though then we didn't have a vessel in which to gather them,
I again and again remember a scene,
which even now squeezes my bladder:

It was the boys who first picked the berries,
in order to ornament the surroundings of their tower.
They were - by their bodies - preventing Mika from reaching the shrubs
and she was frustrated.

I said:
"But Mika, simply ask the boys, to help you reach the berries!"

It was then, that this queen of assertivity said
in a whining tone:
"I know, they will say NO!"

I couldn't believe my ears!
"Where did you get that from, Mika?!!!
Is that what you experience with the boys in your kindergarden?
And why give up even there?
But these are your cousins who love you,
who always want the best for you!"

The boys, hearing me, handed Mika the entire collection of berries
and started to pick from scratch.
I had preferred them to wait until Mika would speak up
and ask for what she wanted,
just as she does at home with her mother and me,
or as she does with her female friends when they visit her.