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Purpose of HEALING - K.I.S.S.
- as stated 12 years ago - was and is
to help me and my potential P E E R s
"to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,
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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!"
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K.I.S.S. -
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Keep It Simple Sweetheart
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February
10,
Sunday, - between Arad
and Shoham
back
to past ~~~~~ forward to future
image
of the day
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
8:50
My Body,
my Partner,
I give thanks to all the muscles and nerves
in my fingers and feet, my lungs and eyes, and so many more
parts of you,
which let me perform the saddening, but necessary, rigorous
pruning
of the overgrown geranium plants on my veranda.
I give thanks to all those varieties
of geranium,
to all the previous generations from which I gleaned them,
to the people and parks, in which I discovered many of them,
and most of all to the grave of my mother,
on which the most cherished "saplings" kept blossoming
for many years.
(see below)
2013-02-10 What a coincidence,
that today I cut to the ground my passiflora-vines around
the garden,,
at least 30 times the amount of those pruned geranium plants.
The reason: the bamboo-poles in the form of Xes all collapsed.
I could save only the plants themselves, not knowing,
it they will once more produces leaves and vines, blossoms
and fruits!
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"Driving
Backward into the Future" = "Closeups
to the Past" = Healing&Harvesting my Past
In order to plant Geranium flowers,
neither seeds, nor shoots or saplings are needed.
One cuts a healthy top of a stem, with a few new unfolding
leaves and puts them right into wetted earth.
When we divorced and sold our house and garden (1981), I took
such cuttings and transplanted them to the city.
There I had rented a flat, where my children joined me one
after the other,
and transformed my Ramat-Hadar garden into my Ramat-Gan veranda.
From there I took cuttings to plant them on my mother's grave,
after we installed the memorial, a
Star-of-David intwined with a cross
This was a short time, before I moved into my
bus (June 1985) and gave up our flat and veranda garden
in Ramat-Gan (August 1985).
In Sept. 2003 I visited my mother's grave - probably for the
last time -
and while watering the geranium plants, I also took cuttings
for each of my children's families,
who now had a garden or a veranda of their own.
Therefore, when I "settled"
in Arad (December 2004), I took cuttings from Mazkeret
Batya,
where those grave cuttings had been planted in the garden,
which belonged to the rented house of Micha's family.
Facit:
the ancestors of the geranium on my Arad veranda, which I
began - just began! - to prune yesterday and today,
can be traced back till 1964, when I started to plant and
nurture my own garden for the first time in my life!
My mother's grave (Februar 1985) in
the neighborhood of the grave of Ute Ruth Werwick, a volunteer
of "Aktion
Suehnezeichen",
killed when a bus of volunteers - visiting Nablous - was attacked
by terrorists (I can't identify
the exact year on the tombstone)
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After I finished pruning a quarter of the plants on the veranda
(there are more on the low wall between garden and road...),
I wanted to document,
what is involved in doing
such rigorous pruning
and such gentle re-planting:
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To the left:
See the ugly, naked, outworn, half-dead stalk
in the pot to the left of the window box?
This is the variety which I planted and havested
on my mother's grave.
It now helps me to demonstrate, what I do: I cut it!
In the middle:
the cut stalk, from which I prune most of it.
I only leave a few leaves and the unfolding baby leaf.
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I then planted it right there in the
window-box,
which I had prepared before ,
by adding some of my own composted soil
and water.
The other new "tops" belong to another variety,
a geranium
which usually hangs down from window-sills,
but since I need shade on the veranda,
I cause them to climb up along strings.
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When the entire front was replanted,,
and the sun was already moving to the northern side of the house,
I saw two different views:
one with the light beyond the plants,
towards the neigbors' house,
with their flag never removed
since Independence Day last year,
and one towards the inside of the veranda,
with one single flower blooming.
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In order to remember, how my veranda may look
like by the end of April,
I retrieved three photos from the three springs I've spent here already:
May 15, 2005 - 5 months after I rented this flat
and veranda
April 23, 2006 - the geranium plants are still
healthy
April 30, 2007 - I can see that stalk
(see above) which sticks out already and
the plants are not as healthy as in 2006,
especially not if I compare them with the geranium flowers in the
planters on the wall between garden and street,
which were planted only in 2006.
Conclusion: geranium plants may have to be
pruned every two years.
(I could probably find info on the
Internet, but does anybody let these flowers climb upward?)
"Driving
Backward into the Future" = "Closeups
to the Past" = Healing&Harvesting my Past
On the Eve of Shabbat I zapped into
a program
about the Nachal-Bands,
Army Music Bands from 1970-1972.
My
bus previously served such a band.
Since I knew most of the songs, I was overcome by nostalgia,
though at the time these bands appeared, I did not see
any of them,
and I don't even know, how those songs entered my brain
and heart.
[Immanuel now says, that
we had a record with Nachal songs]
What was most moving, were two songs
of the Navy Band,
one about a "Hassakee", a kind of raft,
which Immanuel used to take his girlfriend Ruth, later
his wife, to sail on,
and one about "sail, sail, my boat",
which became little Micha's favorite
and a prophecy for his later army-service in the navy.
See
both songs in "seasongs"
Knowing that by April 1985 he would
have been in the army for half a year,
the time when children usually cut the umbilical cord
from their mother,
I fixed "Pesach 1985" as the date
for beginning my "Lekh-Lekha".
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Micha Rosenzweig, my youngest, 1984,1985,
1986,
served his army service in the Navy for 4 1/2 years,
and has just recently (Dec. 2007)
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I found a wonderful Nachal tube-song,
about "Friendship",
sung mostly when fallen soldiers are remembered
On the Negev falls autumn night
And lights stars quitely
While the wind passes the theshold
Clouds walk on the path A year already, we have barely
Felt how the time passed in our fields
A year already, and we remained a few
So many that are not among us
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I finally pushed my camera into his cooking
hands: "Please document this!" |
An
evening which is a little stressful.
Immanuel fetched Mika from kindergarden ,
and both came to fetch me from the airport train-station,
and all of us together fetched Efrat from her office.
At 8 o'clock Efrat will have to go back to work,
since tomorrow is the deadline of the Shoham newspaper.
At 10 o'clock Immanuel will have to go on flight.
"Can you help me?" asks
Efrat. "Of course!"
"Then iron Immanuel's shirt and trousers,
can you do that?"
"I can try, I haven't done this for 300 years!"
"Then don't, never mind, I'll do it myself."
But since Immanuel is busy with cooking
our delicious dinner
and Efrat is busy with bathing Mika before we'll all eat,
it's reasonable that I try.
Standing close to Immanuel, I chat with him:
"At your father's time I had to iron
five shirts per week.
I think it's the only house-work I hate."
"So do I!" said Immanuel,
who often does the ironing himself,
"especially when I had to iron the
things that I sowed myself"
(there were years when he sowed even a
jacket for his former wife, - which is one of the holes in my
soul, meaning I can't forgive her:
It was herself who had chosen the design and bought the material,
but when the fantastic jacket was ready and she tried it on,
she said: "Oh, it doesn't
suit me after all!"
Some very small experiences seem to never
heal....
"You also will not forget, that I had a fit of rage,
when you came home after your first strenous week in the army,
to be with us for a precious weekend ,
[1981]
but it was self-understood - by the army and her holy rabbies
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that a mother has to wash and iron her soldier's clothes
on Shabbat!!!!"
"No, I haven't forgotten that..."
I didn't dare to ask, if he has at least
forgiven me.
Efrat was content with my shirt and completed the trousers.
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