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InteGRATion into
GRATeFULLness
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound
To a spring came a little kid
2007_05_29 |
lyrics
and tune: Immanuel Amiran |
At
the end of the year 2011 Immanuel, my son, and Mika, his daughter, who had just become 6 years old, soared through a rainforest in Thailand. One of the workers sang this song, though he had not been in Israel like so many other Thais. He had learnt it from an Israeli tourist.... |
2009
Praised be the Internet!
While looking for information about this beloved song,
I hit upon an
article about the evolution of the Israeli song and singing in general,
and about one of the three pioneers, Immanuel Amiran, in particular.
I'll copy part of the article to the song, which symbolizes all this new singing
"You will draw water from
the springs of freedom""
and the rest of the selected quotes, which include the dialog with the little
"gdi", here:
Continuation
of a sequence of images taken after the first real rain in my desert in winter
2008-2009.
The rain came to bless us after the closing of the ballot-boxes on Election-Day
2009_02_10, 10 P.M.
Within seconds - while I slowly move towards the
tree in the water - the sun becomes clouded over again and the sparkling of
the water lessens
The last perspective - to the west - shows dreariness, even deadness - no sparkling, no joy...
I now leave the "Wadi of Compassion, of Mercy, of Loving Kindness"
and - through remnants of rivulets - turn to the hill, which is covered by
my neighborhood "Shaqed", almond
...
a few puddles and --- junk
After some hundred steps - still searching for spots of water - I find the view a bit prettier
There - quite close to the hill - I discern even
some last rivulets
I climb up the hill and hit at this magnificent, though
small, boulder,
and photograph it and the view from it from all sides
I'm a great fan of lichen, since in spring 1992 - during a walk in the desert
with Ram
Eisenberg - he told me a long mystical fantasy about a planet with
lichens..
What an artful composition of lichens
Last part of the images from my hike after a rain
in the desert
- in yet another most famous song by Immanuel Amiran:
Land
where Milk and Honey flow
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