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!"
K.I.S.S. -
L O G 2
0 0 8
Keep It Simple Sweetheart
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
"AZ
NIDBERU"
- My
new Midrash and song
in 5 languages
about the prophecy of Malachi
3, 16
["YHWH" is named "HA-SHEM"= The
Name]
Then those who see Ha-Shem, will talk
among each other,
and he listens and he
hears
yatakaalamuna allathina
yarau'na-hu ,
va-yusri va-yasma'
Dann die IHN schauen, werden reden miteinander,
und er lauscht und er
hoert
Puis ceux qu'ils voient Ha-Shem, se parlent
l'un a l'autre
il entends,
il ecoute
It seems that I chose 26 actors
for my life's drama and those 26 actors chose me! One
common trait of all roles is "mutual dependency"
between them and me.
With 16 actors - my family - the mutual
dependency is life-long! With my landlords
at Arad & with my 6 starchildren, born
between 1986-88, it may be temporary. My children: Immanuel, Ronnit, Micha; my
children-in-love: Efrat, Uri, Ra'ayah; my 10 grandchildren [born
1987-2005): Elah-Alon-Tomer-Mika; Jonathan-Rotem-Yael-Itamar;
Arnon-Ayelet
My landlords: Ofir & Meital+ Lior (2002) & Amit (2005).
My starchildren: Lior Oren, Zipi Winkler , Dina Strat , Meshi
Taib, Gal Mor, Boris Arons [26=YHWH=13+13=ahavah+ahavah =LOVE!]
Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want,
then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what
may 9:05I
desire sick Mika to get well! I desire to be wholly - without denial-
accepting of my daughter's &her family's escape from me!
I desire to trust the
Quartet, that the consequences of this escape for each of
them will make them grow!
I desire that E. will transform "victimhood"
(Tomer! The demand to cut expenses!) into cooperation
with I.
I desire to radiate
caring & trust, without being affected by my family's problems
(finances, new flat etc.)
I desire to live this weekend with my family in serene
balance between caring and being al-one
I desire Tomer to become the master of his life, so he'll be
able to love himself & be loved .
I desire "Babylon", my online dictionary to return
NOW, and I desire a piano-stool to appear till Mika's Birthday
hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
9:30
My Body, my Partner,
my God Let me thank you again for the 4 ligaments
of our still hurting knee.
They are like cables of strong tissue that connect
bones to bones or cartilage to bones.
More specifically: they connect the femur to the tibia and
keep our legs stable:
Today I want to give thanks for the medial collateral ligament
(MCL)
which connects our femur to our tibia along the inside of
our knee.
It keeps the inner part of our knee stable
and helps control the sideways motion of our knee,
like keeping it from bending inward.
I'm grate-full that most of our nights
here and most of my dreams are easy, [as contrasted by this night: Mika often
woke up crying with unidentifiable pains,
and I woke up myself by screaming, when a man entered my door
(which in Arad is open),
came to my bed, where I slept, seeing and feeling his hand
around my throat....] I'm grate-full that -after unusual
crying at waking-up- Mika finally relaxed
and on her way to the car again instructed me: "I don't
want you to make spirals, I want you to stand like a scarecrow!"
"On one leg or on two legs?" "On one leg".
This time the scarecrow waved her hands
(not her arms!) in response to the waving of disappearing
Mika. I'm grate-full, that -as
the first 'doing' today- I finally
completed my letter to Anke
I'm grate-full that I could be aware and acceptant of yesterday's
FEELINGs...
I'm grate-full that my "sanctuary" - the healing
& creating on K.is.s.-Log -
is always with me, always accessible, always balancing me.
Immanuel
- at home for a change - moved to the veranda, using his labtop
instead of his big computer. This
beautiful cloud I discerned above me, after the car with Efrat
and Mika disappeared
While having breakfast in my room (Immanuel
baked wonderful bread, and some spread - 10 days over-due - needed
to be used up)
I came across some verbal sculptures in puzzle
piece 8 Understanding and Choosing Experience - which now have
a new relevance!
Maryam,
2001_09_23; last update: 2002_03_21
I have done much breath-move-sounding
I've interrupted work for 34 hours' space
- hatching the understanding I need now.
This time a trigger came from inside me.
The emotion was shame and self-hatred.
My self-triggering behavior was simple.
I talked, when I should not have talked.
I said things that I should not have said.
I made a speech raging with judgments.
I am glad that I did all this so I can heal!
That my "fine-tuning" paid attention to it!
That I've a daughter who helps me heal.
"Would you like to join us for dinner?
We are only with the two little ones."
I caught the tiny ball of 'I think of you'
thrown by my ambivalent son-in-law.
In 16 years we had times of closeness,
but usually he needs keep his distance.
'Beware of intrusion!' I warned myself.
But if embarrassed I always screw it up.
As long as the lively kids were around,
I judged I could dare to be speechless.
But when we were alone , I dared not.
To make him talk, I asked a question.
It had to do with Sept.11 and his work.
Sophisticated as my questions might be,
they did not really stimulate him to talk.
That's why I plunged into talking myself
- my pattern of evading embarrassment.
"Embarrassment" for me means terror.
But I'm not dealing with this 'hole' now.
This terror and the patterns to control it,
I still need to feel, and not yet change it.
The most urgent, vital understanding
I ardently want to gain from this trigger,
has to do with the content of my speech.
It was bursting with merciless judgments
against the denials of America and Israel.
"They deny death and other weaknesses",
said someone - interviewed by TV SAT3.
They deny their own shawow and set out
"to fight Evil".
When I got a grip on myself and ended,
there was just - sheer responselessness.
A yawn escaped my daughter's mouth.
Burning with shame I got up to go home.
U.:"Did you taste the jam I brought you?"
"Not yet! You made it yourself, I guess!"
R.:"Is it jams that we should talk about?"
meaning the incongruence between jams
and the dire implications of September 11.
"Yes, for this is in the realm of our
power,"
I said to win time before using the chance,
that my daughter consciously had created.
"This reminds me of a poster I saw in
USA:
'Think globally and act locally'!" she said.
What a coincidence! My face lit up a little.
"Before I mentioned the same phrase to U.
and how I had once embroidered a banner
with this slogan, but added: "FEEL totally!"
The door-handle in my hand, I faced them:
"I feel awfully bad about the way I talked!"
I opened the door, when R. came near
me:
"Then feel it totally!", she smiled lovingly.
"I'll do that", and off I was with my shame,
breath-move-sounding all the way home.
I decided not to continue with Healingkiss,
until I would have reached understanding.
I'll now do RJ in writing and in sounding:
I rj that I am bad for judging other people;
I rj that I am not permitted to be bad; [continuation
pp6]
Maryam, 2001_11_11; last update:2003_05_04
[continuation of pp35]
The next day, with only I.,E., Al. and T.
around,
I was in the kitchen, when I. yelled: "Oh T. no!"
Fearing for my
tent model, I ran to the veranda.
Yes, T had done it again.
With a ball he had smashed the triangle mirror.
Seeing the pieces of glass on the broken
ground,
I screamed, ran to my room and locked myself.
While I/E tried to make T take responsibility,
I sat on my bed, cried and started to understand.
After some time I was ready to ask for a
talk.
To make T participate, E. promised him,
that in case of more grandma screaming
he could run away.
But my speech was relaxed.
"There are 3 levels to this trigger.
I'll share with you two of them."
The apparent reason for my pain is the broken
mirror:
In all my wanderings since then I kept the
glass intact.
Until I found good usage for it to cover my tent's soil.
Already this winter's first rain on the veranda
melted away a corner of its earthen ground!
The rest was protected by the mirror triangle.
But I can just go to a glasscutter for a
new one.
So what was it, that was so triggering?
Not the broken mirror, but T, the breaker.
The things T broke in his short life, cannot
be counted.
To the extent, that, when to his 6th birthday I gave him
a little wooden elephant, his father said:
"What a pity! He'll break it anyway."
And he did. Soon a foot was broken.
While other people break 10 glasses a year,
I might not even break one in ten years.
But about 13 months ago, it "happened",
that within a week I broke 3 glass jugs,
all with sentimental value, 2 not even mine.
So why is "T., the breaker", so triggering?
What hole in my wholeness needs healing?
On the surface it looks like a childhood
pain.
My mother once told, that when I was 2 1/2,
she saw me milling around the flat,
all the time murmuring to myself:
"I won't tell it, I won't tell it!"
Finally she drew me out :
I showed her the gas-oven,
where I had hidden a broken doll's plate.
Up to this day I can easily identify with
the terror,
that must have driven me to hide the broken thing,
a terror that probably resulted from severe beating
at an earlier occasion of having broken something.
As a consequence of this "upbringing"
I almost never broke or break anything.
But it seems
that I created my grandchild as a breaker,
in order to compensate
for what I wasn't allowed to do.
In other words: Tomer's breaking reflects my denial
of having the right to break things.
Before I reached this understanding,
I felt something totally different.
I felt, that I'm forced to suffer twice:
first when I as a child broke things,
and now when my grandchild
breaks 20 times as much as I ever did,
but I'm not allowed to be furious and hurt.
[a Godchannel quote from the
left frame of this puzzle piece ]: "Thank
you for the Lessons" the real work of life is revealing itself
to you
as learning.
"I, too am a student, and I know
that it is from observing
what is happening in your world,
and your reactions to it,
that you can learn what you need to change,
to become Who You Truly Are."
Maryam, 2001_11_21; last update: 2003_05_04
There was a third, still deeper hole,
that created this trigger with Tomer.
But I cut off, obviously not ready yet.
And now I even don't remember.
What I do remember is the joy with T.
I finished my sharing with telling him: "You see, when someone screams
at you,
it might have very little to do with you;
it might be an old pain that you touched.
This pain wants to scream,
and all I need from you is to listen to me."
I sat on the floor, alone with him.
He still seemed to be backed off. "T, can you lift your head and smile
at me?"
It was then that the clouds gave way to the sun.
Later that day he was happy to join me,
when I drove with my bike to a nearby valley.
He squeezed himself into the back baby-seat.
In the rocky riverbed some rainwater was
left.
When he found a beautiful pebble, he said: "I'll keep this.
It will bring me luck."
And with a low voice and a shy glance at me: "So I won't break things anymore."
Even now, reporting this, I've tears in my
eyes.
Back home, in the early winter darkness,
he came to my room: "Play
aeroplane!"
Which means that I lie on my back, feet in the air
and he jumps on my soles and I make him sway.
A risky, very wild game, full with laughter.
Maryam, 2001_09_03
I just came across a sentence
from another channeling source,
which beautifully summarizes
the information on "Godchannel":
"Teachers
and astral planners may be capable
of viewing your situations from a broader perspective,
but they do not have your understanding.
Understanding is not a thing
that can be given from one person to another,
whether on our side or on your side.
Therefore, your understanding is what must grow.
We can see where you need to evolve to.
But how the understanding will fall into place
is not always as clear to us ...
"Knowledge is not understanding.
Remember that in everything you do.
Many may have the same knowledge,
but their understanding of
how to use it, react to it, or apply it,
will vary greatly.
Understanding is growth.
Knowledge is merely a step towards growth."
(Andaraeon Theory of the Physical-nonphysical
Universe System,
Author-Collaborators: Robert Gidel and Kathrin Bostwick, 1990,
)
p.123 Chapter
7 : The Living Flesh
...They think ideas reside in their heads. Who
, for example, imagines that an idea is alive
in his elbow, or knee, or toe?.... while it is
true that the body is the living materialization
of idea, it is also true that these ideas form
an active, responsive, alive body. The body is
not just a tool to be used. It is not just a vehicle
for the spirit. It is the spirit in flesh.
p.124 You impose your ideas upon it and largely
affect its health and well-being through your
conscious beliefs. But the body is composed of
living, responding atoms and molecules. These
have their own consciousnesses alive in matter,
their drive to exist and be within the framework
of their own nature. They compose the cells, and
these combine to form the organs.
The organs possess the combined consciousnesses
of each of the cells within them, and in their
way the organs sense their own identity.
They have a purpose - that function they provide within
the organism as a whole. This cooperation of consciousness
continues so that you have a body consciousness that
is vital, that strives to maintain its own equlibrium
and health.
... Your body is composed of other living entities.
Though you organize this living material it has its
own right to fulfillment and existence. You are not
a soul encased in inert clay.
The "house of clay" does not immediately
deteriorate when you leave it. [Seth
should have been more exact: "when your spirit
leaves it", or even "when your spirit deserts
it!"] It disintegrates at its own rate.
It is no longer organized by your own domain. The life
of its atoms and molecules and cells is translated into
other living natural forms. ...Even the atoms and molecules
have their own fine vision and appreciate their environment
in their own way. The same power that moves your mind
forms your body.
There is no difference between the energy that shapes
your ideas and the energy that grows a flower, or that
heals your finger if you burn it. Nature is the soul
in flesh , in whatever materializations.
p.
195 Dreams are one of your greatest natural therapies,
and one of your most effective assets as connectors
between the interior and exterior universes.
Usually they are not analyzed according to your [own]
current beliefs. You have been taught to interpret them
along the lines of very ritualized procedures...
... Some of these systems do touch upon legitimate portions
of reality, but they all overlook the great individualistic
and highly private nature of your dreams, and the fact
that you create your own reality... The great interconnections between
waking and dreaming experience then escape you. You
do not realize the many physical problems that are solved
for you, and by you,
in your dreams.
This happens very frequently
when you consciously set the problem before yourself,
state it clearly, and then drift into sleep. The same
thing happens, however, even without such a conscious
set. Dreams give you all kinds of information concerning
the state of your body, the world at large, and the
probable exterior conditions that your present beliefs
will bring about.
The dream state provides you
with a trial framework in which you explore probable
actions and decide upon the ones you want to physically
materialize. Not only night-mares [see
the coincidence of copying this today - with my nightmare
this morning, which was the only one in 27 years as
far as I remember] , but
many other dreams follow rhythms of a therapeutic nature
far more effectively than any that are drug-induced.
Sleeping pills can interfere with this activity. I have
quite a bit to say in this book concerning the creative
and healing nature of dreams.
.... If any activity, odd or silly
as it might seem, brings you a sense of satisfaction,
pursue it. Any of these natural healing methods can
even lead beyond feelings of well-being and strength,
physical health and vitality, to those sublime experiences
of illumination and grace.
Enjoyment of an art is also very therapeutic, and its
creation springs from an exquisite wedding of the conscious
and unconscious minds.
I will try later to explain the
deep interweaving that exists be-tween dreams, creativity,
and the nature of the reality of your experience.The mostrejuvenating
ideaof all, and the greatest
step to any trueillumination,
is the realization that your
exterior life springs from the invisible world of your
reality through your conscious thoughts and beliefs,
for then you realize the power of your individu-ality
and identity. You are immediately presented with choices.
You can no longer see yourself
as a victim of circumstances.
"If it is your desire to come upon another
who is also hosting the union of loving Spirit and the Mother
in this way,
it is inevitable that it be fulfilled.
You will not need love
because it will be already fully present inside of you.
Without needing anything,
you are free to love the other just for who they are,
not for what they can give you or do for you.
Without any neediness, guilt or blame,
there is only pure love, real love.
"Real love, unconditional
love, has no opposite or shadow.
And real love is not 'fallen' into~~~
it is discovered or kindled in you.
It is awakened from inside of you
with a tremendous self-love.
Where your deepest desires
receive your unconditional loving acceptance
and with the feeling
that your love is bringing their fulfillment right now.
"Even the longing for another
to share that love
can be fulfilled by lovingly accepting the desire itself.
Unfulfilled desire has been difficult for Old Heart to accept.
As New Heart you channel loving Spirit
and move to fully accept the desire just as it is,
unfulfilled and all.
As you embrace your unfulfilled desire for real love,
you empower the fulfillment of your desire~~~
and not just inside of you,
inside all of manifestation as well.
It is as if all of Creation
is held in the loving arms of New Heart.
I
photographed & attached 3 sculptures from K.i.s.s.-Log
October 13,
sculptures through which I assimilated what was relevant for my
life
in Anke's letters and enclosures (written
on August 4-9 and Oct. 2)
Liebe Anke , Oktober 23
Zwei Briefe von Dir, mit vielen Einlagen! Hab Dank. Das Bild der
"vier Maedels" ist besonders huebsch.
Dein
Brief vom 4. und vom 8. und vom 9. August zu meinem Geburtstag
kam am 19.
Danke fuer Dein Gedenken. Meine Sechzehn "Seelen"
haben ihn sehr schoen gefeiert,
aber um zu erklaeren wie, braeuchte es zuviel Hintergrund Information.
Es ist schoen, was Du von Deinem Singen – im Wald! –
erzaehlst,
und wie Du Deinen musikalischen Horizont erweitert hast.
Tomer (fast 14) und einige meiner Sternkinder
(sechs seit 4 Jahren, inzwischen sind sie zwischen 20 und 22),
versuchen das auch mit mir, aber nicht mit viel Erfolg.
Ich habe eine huebsche Rationalisierung fuer meinen beschraenkten
Horizont gefunden:
ich bin so gezwungen, selber Lieder zu machen.
Und obwohl kein andrer Mensch sie singt, fuer mich selber sind
sie "entscheidend" ! wichtig.
Ich haenge an einem Ausdruck den Du schreibst:
"Warum ich die Verbindung eingegangen bin? Natuerlich war
Sympathie und Faszination, auch Verliebtsein mit allen dazugehoerigen
Projektionen am Anfang da …" Komisch : So gut ich
mich auskenne in "negativen" Projektionen , vor allem
andrer auf mich, so wenig habe ich ueber das Phaenomen der "positiven"
Projektionen nachgedacht, obwohl ich die jetzt – durch
Deinen Ausdruck - mit einem Schlag ganz klar erkenne –
von andern auf mich und von mir auf andre.
Was Du ueber die Bedeutung dieses Menschen in Deinem Leben schreibst,
ist so schoen, dass ich es Dir abschreiben muss:
".. mit ihm, durch seine Herausforderungen lerne ich leben,
taeglich wie ein Anfaenger. …In staendig neu zu findendem
Mass zwischen Abgrenzung und Hingabe erfahre ich dabei mich
selbst, wie ich mich zuvor nicht wirklich kannte, bekomme dabei
meine Fuesse auf die Erde, die ich zuvor doch mehr in geistigen
Sphaeren schwebte. Und die Liebe waechst durch den gemeinsamen
Lebensvollzug, indem wir immer besser lernen, den anderen zu
akzeptieren, wobei jeweils etwas Drittes entsteht, etwas Neues,
das uns weiterfuehrt, ueber unsere Grenzen hinaus."
Noch etwas will ich zitieren, diesmal ueber
mich:
"Soeben, 9. August, hoere ich intensiv in mir Dein Lachen,
Dein einzigartiges, wunderbares Lachen, indem das ganze Leben
schwingt. " Ueber mein Laecheln habe ich zuweilen schoenes
gehoert ("wie die Sonne, wenn sie durch die Wolken bricht",
oder so aehnlich), aber nie ueber den Ton des Lachens. Danke!
Das Lied von Gertrud (vielleicht hast Du manchmal
Nachrichten fuer mich von ihr und von Martin???) ist schoen
in der Idee, aber ausser dem ersten Vers recht klobig in der
Uebersetzung. Vielleicht kann ich da auch was dran verbessern
im Lauf der Zeit. Was die Musik betrifft, so finde ich die ersten
zwei Zeilen der Melodie sehr richtig. Ich habe also nur die
letzten zwei Zeilen "verbessert", so hoffe ich. Es
ist mir allerdings merkwuerdig damit gegangen. Normalerweise,
wenn ich ein neues Lied "mache", singe ich es einfach
vom Text auf mein handy, und meist muss ich nur wenig daran
veraendern. Eben in diesen Tagen bin ich etwas erkaeltet und
durchaus nicht "etwas", sondern ganz stark heisser.
Das kommt wohl vom vielen Singen im Schwimmbad und auf dem Weg
dorthin und zurueck, 2 mal am Tag, wenn ich in Arad bin. Also
konnte ich nur spielen und das geht nicht glatt. Denn bis ich
einen Ton im Gehirn richtig auf der Tastatur antippe, dauert
es, und dann habe ich das Uebrige schon wieder vergessen. Ausserdem
ist die Spanne (weiss grad nicht das deutsche Wort) zwischen
dem hoechsten und dem niedrigsten Ton eigentlich zu gross. Die
Botschaft des Liedes will aber so symbolisiert werden! Also
muss ich aufpassen, so niedrig wie moeglich zu beginnen, damit
auch der hohe Ton noch klingt.
5. Dezember: Das Lied ist schon seit Nov. 5 "fertig"
and gehoert zum festen Sing-Repertoir:
Wenn Du es Dir rausschneidest, passt es genau auf die Rueckseite
des verbesserten Notenblatts.
Ich sing dir mein Lied, darin klingt
mein Leben
die Toene, den Klang hast du mir gegeben,
von Werden und Wachsen, von Himmel und Erde,
du Quelle des Lebens, dir sing ich mein Lied.
Ich sing dir mein Lied, darin klingt
mein Leben
den Rhythmus, den Schwung hast du mir gegeben,
im Spueren, im Fuehlen, im Schaffen, Erkennen,
liegt beides Erfuellung, Erregung zugleich.
Ich sing dir mein Lied, darin klingt
mein Leben
Die Tonart, den Takt hast du mir gegeben,
ich wandre, ich ruhe, ich bleibe, ich gehe,
Umarmung und Trennung im Lieben sind eins.
Ich sing dir mein Lied, darin klingt mein Leben
Die Tiefen, die Hoehen hast du mir gegeben,
Ich steig mit der Welle, sink mit ihr zu Tale,
So stroemt dir mein Leben, so rauscht dir mein Lied...
Danke fuer Deine Idee, mir die Losung am Tag
meiner Geburt zu schenken!
Ich habe eine "Search" Moeglichkeit auf meiner website,
und als ich "Losungsbuechlein" eintrug, fand ich –
sowohl auf Hebraeisch als auf Englisch – folgenden Eintrag::
2005_02_20
It's twenty years today, that my mother, Maria Guth, died in
my arms.
She, the Christian, is buried in Jerusalem, opposite Rachel-Immênu
Street,
while my children's Jewish grandmother, Edith Rosenzweig,
is buried in Germany.
My mother's "Losungsbuechlein"
for that day
contained the promise of Psalm 91,
"For he shall give his angels charge over thee,
to keep thee in all thy ways,
they shall bear thee up in their hands,
lest thou dash thy foot against a stone."
which consoled me on my harsh pathes in the Desert and the "Desert".
Natuerlich habe ich Verse dieses Psalms (schon
vor 16 Jahren) zu einem Lied geformt
Was nun die Losung zu meiner Geburt
betrifft, so habe ich jetzt – Dec.5 – den Mut, Dir
die "Skulpturen" vom 13. Oktober aus dem web-Tagebuch
herauszu photographieren......
Am 2. Oktober schreibst du: "Kann wieder atmen, wieder
schauen, z.B. die der vom Wind bewegten Zweige auf der Hauswand".
– Grade dies – die Schatten wehender Zweige , auf
der Fensterscheibe, oder dem Moskito-Netz , wenn die Scheibe
zurueckgeschoben ist, entzueckt mich endlos. -------- Ich werde
dies Entzuecken zur "Losung" machen, die mich Deiner
gedenken laesst......
R a c h e l
After
kindergarden and doctor Mika played with me in my room for some
20 minutes,
while her parents drove to a restaurant, where
they are served for no money,
under the condition, that Immanuel - in the corner of "the
Chef" in Efrat's newspaper -
will publish a report on the quality of food and service .
Then I accompanied Mika to her own room and bed - for her afternoon
nap.
Her parents came back - together with Alon, Mika's stepbrother: "Take your camera, quick",
said Efrat, "this is a very
rare scene",
meaning the fact that Mika agreed to sit on Alon's lap, or on
anyone's lap ....
Then we split up: the men go for a fast walk around
the village, while the girls - one small, one injured - mill around
the village,
with bandaged Nella
A pretty sight from the miserable playground across
the house,
"pretty" , when taken from the right perspective at sunset....
"Look",
Mika pointed
to the other side of the street, a bit backwards: "This tree is standing
as if with its legs open".
I looked, "it's because its trunk is strangely
bent
and a branch is broken".
We went there
and plucked a leaf
from the unfamiliar tree
and added it
to the two unusual flowers, which we had already stuck
in front of the steering wheel.
Thus the third photo came out gloriously...
But then Mika wanted us to walk down to the bigger
playground after all.
This was difficult for my leg, but I did it.
"Let's go to that swing over there",
she said, and then: "I
want to play in the sand".
This time we hadn't forgotten the vessels for this kind of activity,
but she had hardly started, when Immanuel and Alon came around.
Alon doesn't feel like swinging
and goes home.
For Abba and Mika
the real fun starts only now.
Mika helps Abba swing,
