«Libuvim» |
Community Support Group Libuvim, or My Friend’s House, was established a year ago in a small settlement Kfar Adumim, in the Judean Desert located 15 minutes’ ride from Jerusalem.
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The group attracts those who cherish every moment of contact with their kids.
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“In all weekdays, our dad and mom are stolen from us by their jobs and chores,” says Tuvia Navon. “One Saturday, my brothers and I decided to return them to us. Since then, we are impatiently waiting for Shabbat to come and to bring us its guests.”
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“Once dad came late from his job, and immediately rushed to the computer, to do his other work. He even didn’t hear when I called him to see the scarecrow which I had built in the yard.”
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“I came to mom in the kitchen and told her that I hate dad’s jobs,” Eyal Navon says. –
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– On Shabbat we had a lot of friends. We made a performance and brought the guests to watch it just from their meal. In the darkened room, the Ninja Turtle defeated the Monster. The adults were conquered. They surrendered. Now, every Shabbat they play with us different games.” |
This time we had wonderful guests. My Friend’s House has magic: it turns all its guests into hosts. Meet our new friends-hosts: Michael Polsky and Larissa Rosenkevich. Now they are hosting Libuvim in their Internet Studio for Naïve Creativity which belongs to the Korzcak House in Jerusalem. |
How it happened: |
Every child was engaged in locating their missing from Paradise mom and dad; the kids were guided by wise prompting of Michael and Larissa. To achieve this, the kids got from a Magic Basket surprises, wrapped in beautiful wrappings. There were buttons, stones, shells, little elephants, cats and cows, pieces of bark and dried flowers. By suggestion of our friend, art teacher Elena Makarova, they had to be turned into Paradisiacal Gardens by means of modeling clay. Thus, the kids learned to open the Mystery of Plain Things lying under their feet. Seen like this, a piece of our homely routine world can become an irreplaceable particle of the Lost Paradise.
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The next step was to build the Paradise from separate compositions. The children saw that their individual discoveries could acquire new meanings confronted with those of the others. Everyone created his or her unique world on a piece of carton. When the worlds had been put together, they all of a sudden became a mosaic of Paradise, and then came the third stage of the Miraculous Shabbat, which was.
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According to the initial idea of parents themselves, children had to allocate to their parents roles in the Paradisiacal Garden. Someone could become a butterfly, another a shining sun… By this the kids could see their parents in an unusual and wonderful paradisiacal lighting. But Libuvim is a magic House which is not planned like a bus schedule. So the parents’ return to the Paradise of Lost Childhood happened not according to a plan, but according to the rhythm of the tired parents’ hearts.
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Everybody
sat down in the drawing-room. The time for talks and songs came. |
But the kids grew hungry, and the question remained without answer. The common meal, shared by both children and grownups began.
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The open Paradise dimmed its lights in the corridor’s corner – until next Saturday…
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Moshe & Miriam: Tel. :+ 972-2-5900154 Photographs by Michael Polskiy. Editing by Marcelle Zion. |