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!"

2007_02_07

O koennt ich fliegen wie Tauben dahin
O For The Wings Of A Dove

lyrics:
Based
on Psalm 55,2-7

(1) O koennt ich fliegen wie Tauben dahin,
(2) Weit hinweg vor dem Feinde zu fliehn!
(3) O koennt ich fliegen wie Tauben dahin,
(4) Weit hinweg, weit hinweg, weithin weg vor dem Feinde zu fliehn.

(5) In die Wueste eilt' ich dann fort
(6) Faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort
(7) In die Wueste eilt' ich, eilt' ich dann fort,
(8) Faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort
(9) In die Wueste eilt' ich, eilt' ich dann fort,
(10)Faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort,
(10a) faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort, faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort.

(11) O koennt ich fliegen wie Tauben dahin, wie Tauben dahin,
(12) Weit hinweg
vor dem Feinde zu fliehn, vor dem Feinde zu fliehn, dem Feinde zu fliehn,
(13) Weit hinweg!

(14) In die Wueste eilt ich dann fort
(15) Faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort, faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort,
(16) hinweg vor dem Feinde zu fliehn, hinweg vor dem Feinde zu fliehn.

Repeat
(1) O koennt ich fliegen wie Tauben dahin,
(2) Weit hinweg vor dem Feinde zu fliehn!
(3) O koennt ich fliegen wie Tauben dahin,
(4) Weit hinweg, weit hinweg, weithin weg vor dem Feinde zu fliehn.

(5) In die Wueste eilt' ich dann fort
(6) Faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort
(7) In die Wueste eilt' ich, eilt' ich dann fort,
(8) Faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort
(9) In die Wueste eilt' ich, eilt' ich dann fort,
(10b) Faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort, am schattigen Ort, am schattigen Ort,
faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort, faende Ruhe am schattigen Ort.

Mendelssohn
O For The Wings Of A Dove

Ps55

Oh for the wings, for the wings of a dove
Far away, far away would I rove
Oh for the wings, for the wings of a dove
Far away, Far away, Far away, Far away would I rove

In the wilderness build me a nest
And remain there forever at rest
In the wilderness build me, build me a nest
And remain there forever at rest

This is the original Biblical Text,
by which I was fascinated
even before I knew Mendelssohn's song,
after having lived in the desert for so many years.

I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest-
I would flee far away and stay in the desert; Selah
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm."

Ich sagte: "Haette ich doch Fluegel wie eine Taube,
dann floege ich davon und kaeme zur Ruhe!"
Weit fort moechte ich fliehen,
die Nacht verbringen in der Wueste.
An einen sicheren Ort moechte ich eilen
for dem Wetter, vor dem tobenden Sturm.

Last pictures from the great celebration with Mika's great family

 

 

Arnon with his mother and sister (and a cousin from his mother's religious family)

 

my two sons, Micha (1966) and Immanuel (1963) Micha with his nephew Alon, Immanuel's son (with Ronnit behind him)

After the celebration I expressed my gratitude to Arnon's parents

Ronnit~Yael, Rotem~Uri, Immanuel ~Tomer, except for Elah, Immanuel's firstborn, all of Mika's close family are in this sculpture

Hovav's wonderful portraits of mother-in-love and daughter-in-love
lead my sequence of "Mika's Heaven on Earth" back to Mika herself,
and to the last composition of the year 2009

[No! I'm still not finished: Immanuel has also taken numerous shots in the month of December!
I'll exhibit a small selection on the following page!]

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the afternoon of my return to Shoham, on Dec. 30, after I had brought Cornelia and her son to the airport, I was to meet not only Mika, but also her cousin Yael. While her mother, my daughter, had a talk with Efrat, the three of us played in my room with "Plastelina", or as Mika pronounces the word: "Palstelina". All kinds of "food" had to be prepared....   Mika, "by the way", was a bit sick, with a throat infection and fever. She had not been to kindergarden and her mother had stayed home, since - for once - I did Not arrive, BEFORE my son went on flight, but accompanied Cornelia, until she left for Germany.

 

The next day the situation was extra---ordinary:
Mika, who was treated with antibiotics,
was not supposed to go to kindergarden,
and since Efrat needed and wanted to go to work,
she - what a surprise - let me be alone with Mika!

Thus we had almost 6 hours of togetherness,
which could have been sheer delight for me,
if my feelings wouldn't have been distracted
by pain about my daughter's ongoing distress.

I had a hard time to accept myself then!
A vicious voice kept piercing my heart :
"You do not deserve this granddaughter!
You are never capable of pure delight!"

As angel-on-the-abyss came Ya'acov,
with whom I had fixed a togetherness
during Mika's expected afternoon-nap.
But she heard us and came charmingly:
"Let me sleep in your bed!"
Of course, she soon crawled around us,
and I had to win her over to my need,
that now I wanted to be with my friend.
She accepted and slept in her own bed.

 

Making fun with "Khibbuki", the four-armed doll. "Ten li khibbuk", means: "give me a hug"...

Most of our many, many activities could not be photographed, since I was involved in them myself. One idea was, to scan the millions of her toys and order them in an exhibition. Of course, after a few minutes only, she got "stuck" with a pail of building-pieces and began to construct a boat.

She seduces me to take a "sweet" of pure ice out of the freezer,
and then tries out several "instruments" in order to "melt" the ice

 

 

 

Still in the kitchen, She climbs on a chair to fill a cup with water,

then she sits on that chair and reminds herself of all her kindergarden mates

The balloon globe, which should have accompanied the digital solar system, - my gift for her birthday,
was finally bought, but except for playing ball with it, it doesn't serve its purpose! - another junk toy!

So we prepare "dinner" for the two of us, with a burning candle....
and with the bowls, which we once found outside in the garbage corner,
and which I guard in my room for lack of interest (to say the least....) on the part of Mika's mother...

Back in my room she invents a game with the colors, which usually serve her continuous painting: Drumming on the wall and at the same time, jumping on my bed, with her hair flying all around her head