The 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, and - by extension - all of CREATion!" Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013 and Overview of its main libraries [If you look for a word on this page, click ctrl/F and put a word in "find"] 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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Keep It Simple Sweetheart

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March 6 , Thursday, - at Arad

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hodayot [thanksgivings] for today 7:15 My Body, my Partner, my God I give thanks to our digestive system and all the other systems, blood, nerves, hormones etc. which support it, for being able to use and utilize every food that is given to us, and without needing to give more than a general thought to what is "healthy" or "not healthy", . The food, which you, My Body, attract, is varied, tasty and balanced, - no need to discern and bother about what to buy, or what to eat. All my "food-attention" can be given to feeling GRATe-FULL for it . I give thanks to Lior (6) and Amit (3), my two eager, creative, caring, tenacious co-workers in picking up and carrying away the old cut geranium stalks, lifting, turning, shaking my folded, packed pyramidal tent, loosening from it and sticking back to it the covering palm fronds cleaning the floor from leaves, soil and dust, and sweeping it, and - as to Lior - putting the veranda into perfect order, adding her personal touch of beauty and harmony!

On my "altar" two mornings ago I expressed my grate-full-ness for having one entire week ahead with no programs whatsoever. My experience with unplanned events since then makes me want to train my openness , even curiosity towards such occurences. Even during this first hour of the day - I've been "carried away" to spaces in the "Past", while my intention was different and clear. While searching my ARARAT-site - in vain - for the scene where I dismantled my tent for the last time (Rakhaf, March 13, 2005), [2013- the scene is mentioned on K.i.s.s.-log Nov. 14, and - with a beautiful photo- also on K.i.s.s.-log Jan. 16] I was sucked into that "time-period" and churned around by the feelings connected to its "actors", "scenes" and my life's process. I, therefore, want to test an additional "template" for every day on K.i.s.s.-L o g , Even before "Thanksgiving" and "Image of today" - I'll communicate MY INTENTION and PLAN for TODAY According to my old effective slogan: "Know exactly what you want, Communicate clearly what you want, and then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen, what wants to happen!" Maybe, I'll even put this template above my "altar" as a crown, thus the altar will appear as a triptych, a three-paneled tablet. So --- what was (!) my intention at 7:15? To NOT create anything new on K.i.s.s.-L o g, until I'll have "somehow completed" the last 7 pages. I'll now re-intend to do this, so that not only my obsession with 'completing' will be soothed a bit , but the lessons contained in those days will be integrated and what needs to be healed will be healed. Now it's 8:45, time to go to the morning-pool! I won't touch this page until the fullfilment of my intent. 10:09 I'm back (with an idea concerning the Jordan-song I've completed learning), within 15 minutes I :put up my things for drying, cooked my special porridge, washed the dishes of yesterday, all while listening to news about Venezuela and Columbia, etc. and now I'm ready to fulfill my intent! 10:12, while now and then sipping from my porridge.

21:48
I've reached my aim: all pages are "completed".
But what about my greediness concerning the sculpting of this day's experiences?
I now stopped watching a doc about the sinking of the "Struma",
I couldn't bear the pain...
This gives me a little more time.

 

Sights seen when walking to the pool

Morning: a grandpa walked before me with a little girl, - I yearn for Mika... Noon: End of school! Four Jewish pupils pass by three Arab gardeners....

 

 

The first "Skype" call from Mika! I said: "Your mouth is dirty, what are you eating!" "adashim", she said, meaning the chocolate-lentils, which she first discovered in a box in my room, and which since then have become the reason for a ritual: every day only up to 10 adashim! "Will you give me one - ke'illu, as if?" She loves to play "ke-illu" games. I learn to take a lentil from her hand , so that the camera can convey it, and lead it dramatically into my mouth. "One more", she begs. And so I come to eat "ke-illu", some 5 lentils in different colors. "She just now sang the entire song of "I love you" j!" Immanuel told and encouraged her to sing it for me, but, of course, she refused. Before they parted from me, I asked to also see "the countenance of my daughter-in-love".

 

 

From a doc: "Wilna was the Jerusalem of the North". In 1939, 40% of the population were Jews. The Nazis murdered 220000 of them." The Gaon of Wilna

From a doc: Walter Jens will be 85. His son Tilman recently published,, that his father has been sick with Altzheimer for already 4 years. Thinking and writing were the fountain of his liveliness, and now? Tilman believes, that the shame about having hidden from the world, that he was a member of a Nazi youth association, was the cause for his "forget-full-ness". I want to express my grate-full-ness to Walter Jens. In 1957-58 I studied Greek and Latin at Tuebingen. Jens was the only professor, whom I appreciated. I had to write a paper about Sophocles' Oedipus. Jens wrote: "Very good" and added a praising remark.

 

Nourishment from Others Finally I saw a report on somebody who teaches "how to love yourself more"!   Miranda July: "Think less, feel more".

 

 

Back to yesterday's fantastic team-work with my landlords' children Lior (6) and Amit (3)

 

Now came the really difficult and physically hard work.

It's only once or twice a year, that I'm ready to clean the folded tent and its place. And to do it with the children, was truly helpful. I dread the work of moving the tent, since there is no space to manouver. I dread to loosen the palm-fronds, which are tied to the tent parcel , partly with their top to one side and partly the other way round, so as to cover the ugly plastic , in which the threefold tent is wrapped (a black tent inside, a silvery tent outside, and a winter nylon-tent covering both) Again, the difficulty is with manouvering, but also - these palm-fronds sometimes have develish thorns. I knew a man at Tarabin in Sinai, who lost a leg because of a thorn! I was uncautious to ask the kids for help, and I'm so grateful, that nothing happened!

Lior's picture is almost symbolic: I with an upright palm-frond in my hand and the sinking sun shining through...

Amit carries a last stalk to the heap on the sidewalk outside. Lior saw me brushing between some pots. So without a word she continued my work. Not only the cooperation , but the "self-determination" of these kids moves me to tears. How good, that I have these photos!

Lior laughed about the picture of my behind, which she took, when I soaked the rag in the pot (no room in my flat for a pail...) and wrang it, to give it back to Amit. Little Amit not only insisted in sweeping and wiping the floor - thoroughly!!! - but also wanted to learn (too difficult...!), how I wrapped the rag around the broom (the wiper, which came with my renting his parents' flat, was needed - turned around and draped with wool - as a stand for my sheet-music above my keyboard...) Thanks to old wonderful, compassionate, Sister Luise, who taught me how to do this, in March 1959, when I worked at Bethel with the epileptics of House Kanaan. I had never cleaned a floor of tiles which needed wet wiping.

When Amit was done with the wiping, he also wanted to take pictures.
He needed a bit of help, but the choice of the object was his:
A general view of the "shelf" above some boxes, in which I keep garden utensils,
and a particular view of one of the strange stones (he asked what they were)
which I gathered on that mystical hill, on which my tent was erected for the last time.

The last time, I lived in a pyramidal tent - on "Rakhaf". left: from inside my tent towards the two "Ararat-Breasts" in the East, beyond which lies the Dead Sea right: from the main cabin of "Rakhaf" into the direction of Arad. in the West. (last picture of my erected tent! February 20, 2005)

I'll close this documentation of the fantastic teamwork with my landlords' children Lior (6) and Amit (3)
with the "result" of my and especially Lior's work.

I never could imagine, that the cushions could be placed differently from what I had been used to.
But Lior's harmony is perfect.

As if she hadn't done enough for two hours, working hard and photographing in between,
she now wanted to ornament the table (which once was bequeathed to me by her parents).
In addition to some roots from the Dead Sea, stones from "Rakhaf", two models of pyramidal tents etc.
she had the idea to spread all the Rosmarin-needles, which I had dried and kept in my "sadj" on the veranda-table.

 

song of the day "Two Are Better than One and Three are a Cord not to be severed"

 

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Amit couldn't let go of the fun to take photos,
even after darkness had fallen
though he could not yet handle
the balance between an effective flash
and the possible distance to the object.
The last picture of me and Lior, therefore,
is crowded with soap-bubbles...

 

 

Then we walked home, fast and full-filled...

(1)

will you dance with me through the years
as the seasons twirl and dive
will you dance with me through the fears
as the days pass quickly
much too quickly, much too quickly
One, two, three - two , two , three
you and me still alive

(2)



it must be: "mafqud"

 

One, two, three - two , two , three
you and me still alive
will you dance with me through the years
as the seasons twirl and dive
will you dance with me through the fears
as the days pass quickly
much too quickly, much too quickly
One, two, three - two , two , three
you and me still alive
(3 times and then)
Will you dance with me