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InteGRATion into
GRATeFULLness
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound
Jede Faser meines Wesens
2007_02_24 Jede Faser meines Wesens |
lyrics
and tune: Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam Juli 1987 |
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Jede Faser meines Wesens, Jeder Stern im Universum, Meiner Seele stetes Sehnen Euch Geschoepfen und Euch Schoepfern, |
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2010
2010_03_11-12
- Mika's Heaven on Earth Since August 1, 2009, I employ song-page after song-page for documenting and exploring the evolution of Mika my youngest grandchild, whose assignment seems to be: to demonstrate to humankind by her own living and doing, how to playfully create from moment to moment "zest-fully and full-filled" [see previous composition] |
Febr.
26, 2010 - Purim Pirate girl Mika with Orit, the main kindergardener |
On March 11,
2010
- a few hours before Immanuel's flight to New-York
(where he hadn't flown to for 3 months)
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Abba and Mika fetched me from Lod train-station,
Abba informed me, that Mika couldn't hear well.
There was water in her ears since her sickness
(which began on the day of my last departure),
and the hearing impair was reaching about 40%.
I soon had to cope with this - irritating - worrying - fact,
when Mika dragged me right away into creative activity.
From ever so many activities, some relatively "quiet" in 'my' or in her room, some wild, like racing through the flat with her in a barrel which stores toys only a few examples of scenes where my hands were free to hold the camera . In order to make her finally grasp the meaning of "background" on a painting, I - among other demonstrations - sat her against the red cushion on my bed. |
Putting both feet in one of my winter slippers, and
between them this umbrella,
she crawled around the flat, mimicking some animal, I forgot which.
Imma, who had gone to shop some things, came back with
a bag of balloons and requeste:.
"Please make her blow up balloons, the doctor said,
that this may open the block in her ears"
She did, indeed, try, with my help, for at least 7 minutes, but then she had
enough - for ever!
Instead, she asked me to blow up this blue balloon, so she could stick smilies
on it and paint:
She asked me to join her painting - with the new set of blinking colors, Imma
had bought (!!!!),
"this will be our first common creation!"
she said . "Our first, Mika?" But she
didn't hear me.
In the box "qufsah" she keeps a conch, "qunkhiah"/ In kindergarden they already reached the letter "Quf" and both these items begin with Quf I ask her: "Why are you so sad? " "I'm not sad!" I showed her the photo. I don't want to exercise (blowing up balloons) "You know, yesterday" (all past is called 'yesterday') I walked here with Abba and we saw a baby-turtle! A pity you didn't see it, grandma!" |
I invent a prayer: "flower, flower, heal my ear, flowers, flowers, heal my ears." |
"Look, Mika! How wondrous! A fig-tree is growing
right out of the wall!"
We had talked about "figs" yesterday, because
"te'enah" is one of the words,
that begins with the last letter of the Hebrew alef-beth.
Now she is not interested at all, but complains about the heat.
And indeed, the heat of July in March is not very pleasant.
In kindergarden she wants me to stay for a while.
She puts the flowers we picked next to her towers.
The kindergardener shows me this flower painting.
She also said: "Mika looks very much like
you!"
"Yes! I often
think this too!" I said
recalling the few childhood photos.
5 min. later this girl whispers ("I can't hear you") , something about love, They walk into the entry-room, holding hands, but what was this about? Within half a minute other kids join them in a circle, then dissolve again and the friend wants to part from Mika - again, I don't understand, why. |
Two of Mika's "works", as they call it in kindergarden. Pesach is near and Mika is engulfed by the story of the slaves "who are saved by Moses" (see on the following pages) |
We
are singing: |
When we return home, Mika drags me right away to this
flower,
called "Lion-Jaw" in German and Hebrew, and "Snapdragon"
in English
sown by Abba among the leaves of the self-sown clover, so dear to Mika.
It's there where I discovered some newly ripened fruits on the pitango (or pitanga) -shrub What great enjoyment for Mika: "Abba likes pitango!" "So we should keep the fruits for him in the fridge, until he'll return from his flight!" She made me write a note, which then she stuck to the tiny basket: "Abba, we plucked this for you!" |
Continuation of Mika's
"Heaven-on-Earth" , in March 2010, on the
Song page of February 26, 2007 |