Edited Godchannel/motherofeverything

August 1, 2010, the last day of my stay with Irene and her boys in their holiday house on Mizen Head, Western Ireland

When I returned "home", on that Thursday, August 1, 2010,
I didn't yet know,
that "my descent"
had been my last experience on the Mizen Head peninsula.

But - as if intuiting this -
I took a photo
of the entrance to "Corren-Beg", our landlord's property

At night we decided,
that Irene would bring me to the SheepsHead Peninsula, north of Mizen Head.
"We wanted to make a trip there anyway,
but now I want to help you find a really good B&B there,
and I also want to pay half of it for a week."
She had found out, that on SheepsHead there was a system of pathes:
"that's what you want so much, don't you? To walk on pathes!"
Yes, that was, what I wanted,
And I, too, wanted to part from the three, who liked me,
but could not really integrate me into their togetherness.

I slept in my tent outside one more time,
though it rained and Irene asked me to come inside.
"That's my way to part from this tent forever!"

In the morning we called the sons, still in their pyjamas.
"The tent is yours!
I'll teach you how to handle it!"

I asked David
to take some photos
of me,
from the nicest spots
in "their" house
and garden.

And I, too, take some last pictures
of David
and of the boys with their mother

"A song is sleeping in all things,
which are dreaming on and on,
and the world begins to sing,
if you find the magic word."
A stanza by J.v. Eichendorf,
included in a song by Irene's friend:
"Und ich ging auf meine Reise" - "And I went on my journey"
which Irene taught me on that last morning.
The first composition of pictures I created
- on that song-page -
give a hint of those of our experiences,
which signify enriching togetherness...

Mizen Head, Ireland, 1.7.2010 - Fuer Rachel von Irene

Wie schoen, dass Du da bist*) und dass ein Mensch auf dieser Welt so lebt wie Du, Rachel.
Ich segne Dich , Christa Rachel, und ich danke Dir - fuer Deine Bereitschaft, fuer mich da zu sein, - fuer alles, was ich von Dir nehmen konnte, und auch fuer alles , was Du bereit warst zu geben, und was ich nicht nehmen konnte, weil meine Seele eine andere Sprache spricht.

Moegen Deine Wege behuetet sein bis Du heimkehrst nach Israel. Irene

*) I met Irene Sonnabend, in November 1986.
when I first stood in front of some 90 students
of the Faculty of Protestant Theology in Berlin,

I let them write a note :
"What is it that you expect from my teaching?"
After all, it was an extraordinary situation for them:
to study with a guest-lecturer from Israel.
The note from Irene simply said:
"Wie schoen dass Du gekommen bist!"
"How nice that you have come!"
As if she had expected this for a long time...
On the morning of our separation I found this letter:
"How nice, that you are there (exist) and that a human being in this world lives like you, Rachel. I bless you, Christa Rachel, and I thank you for your willingness
to be for me - for all, I could take from you,
but also for all that you were willing to give,
but I could not take ,
since my soul speaks another language."

[see a "Promo" of our encounter and parting]

A piece of the wall around the house, which I cleaned for sitting there - between a kind of palmtree and Fuchsia shrubs.
Between the wall and the sea: the fenced-in , walled-in fields, through which I had tried to descend the day before

Continuation of the photos of my journey to Europe in 2010, in the Godchannel file

Original Mother remembers Original Heart