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_17

updated: Dec. 10, 2008

lyrics:
Rachel Rosenzweig
(later: Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam)

May 1967

It's not to be done to always cry.
At times when you've no desire to live
Fly skywards in order to gain
to see yourself from a distance a bit.

Bitter fate over me will not reign,
not suppress my zest to live.
I'll fly skywards in order to gain
to see myself from a distance a bit .

Our lives are created for laughter too.
Come on and let's wipe off our tears.
Let's fly skywards in order to gain
to see ourselves from a distance a bit.

2010_01_09 - 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]

There are much better photos of the famous meals with the Quartet or the Quintet on my website-
including the beloved "ceremony" of blessing [now imitated already by Mika, when eating with her family],
blessing over ingredients in the food and the processes of Nature and Man which brought them to our table,
but right now I could find only one photo, which shows the specialty of pancakes- not yet put on the table here.

Too stressed with washing dishes and cleaning up my childrens' kitchen,
I missed taking photos of how Yael copies her drawing to that screen,
our common gift to Arnon's Bar-Mitzva.

Then Yael and Ayelet helped Mika paint the stone triangle (which I had found a month ago) for Abba's bithday.


while Itamar and Arnon try to improvise something on the piano.
Later I encourage Arnon and Yael with her clarinet to improvise too.

When I wanted to take a rest just for 15 minutes, Efrat and Immanuel returned ...
Still, I slipped into Tomer's room - the bed full with washed, not yet folded laundry
and tried to find a small place for me.
..........

Then we quickly packed everything for our picknick,
but Itamar, again, wanted to first go to a playground,
and since Mika wasn't keen on my own goal anyway,
I led them to our "tower-playground",
where they again delighted in the merry-go-round.

I myself could not wholly enjoy my Quintet's happiness
and sat on a bench to write a troubled SMS to my son...

Then I had to urge them:
"We have to decide! Who wants to go to the water-tower?"
Though Itamar and Mika didn't and Ayelet wasn't sure,
I followed the strongly expressed desire of the "big-ones".
As we walked up the park, Itamar and Ayelet refused to join us.
Such a scene, so common among other children, never happened.
We reached the road and Arnon asked anxiously:
"Aren't we waiting for them?"
I helped them to cross the road and said:
"Here! you can see the water-tower! Go up there the three of you,
and I'll see, what I'll do with the other ones.

I saw time running out and felt extremely pressured.
I ran down the park and shouted: "Itamar! Ayelet!"
What a relief, when they answered: "we are coming!"

When the three of us reached the water-tower,
we hardly discerned the other three behind it.
"Is this a nice spot?" Arnon shouted from afar.

He had already unpacked his "picknick-tea-set",
a gift from Ra'ayah's brother to his Bar-Mitzvah.
The 5 little glasses he had stored in a thick sock,
but 2 glasses were broken anyway.

Though he had also brought herbal tea,
and had even asked me to bring some of the "Louisa-tea",
which the Quartet used to loved so much when they were small
(and I needed to bother Efrat with finding that tea for me),
everyone suggested, that Arnon should warm the milk he had brought:
The "little ones" would drink "Choko" and the "big ones" and I
would drink, Sahleb, which his cousin Natan'el had brought from Sinai.

 

While Mika greatly enjoyed stirring the Sahleb in Arnon's little teflon-pot,
the sun began to set and the scenery around us reminded me
of our many "four o'clock meals" on the Titorah-Hill at Modi'in
in the years 2001-2004, when the Quartet came to me every week.

It looks like "The Burning Bush".... [see the situation in which my song about The Burning bush was created...].

Will this be the last picture of Mika, photographed by me, her grandma, for a long time???