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אז, חשבתי שזוהי דרכו של עולם

מיליטריזם בחינוך - בבלגדלתי בישראל עם משפחה אוהבת, עם תנועת נוער שליוותה אותי כמצפן פנימי וערכי, עם הרבה ים וטיולים במרחבים הפתוחים, עם הרבה מקום להשפיע ולהשמיע את קולי בעולם, עם הרבה הרבה טוב. יחד עם זאת, גדלתי עם הרבה צבא שחילחל לכל פעילות, שיחה, עשייה חברתית, אמצעי התקשורת ואפילו בית הספר. אז, חשבתי שזוהי דרכו של עולם. רק בהמשך חיי, אחרי ששירתתי בצבא כמדריכת חי”ר קולית, יצאתי לטיולים בעולם עם תיק ענק על גב לפגוש תרבויות שונות ממה שהיכרתי ובעיקר להכיר קצת את עצמי, התחלתי להבין שאולי זאת בחירה. אני מודה שרק אז התחלתי להבין ברצינות שאולי זה לא חייב להיות ככה. כן כן, הבנתי ושמעתי הרבה טיעונים שאני נאיבית ושחייבים גיוס חובה ואם לא נגן עלינו ייגמרו אותנו. את כל אלה שמעתי והפנמתי. הקושי שלי עם צבא חובה התחיל לנקר בי בעוצמה שלא יכולתי להתעלם ממנה, רק הרבה יותר מאוחר, אחרי שנים של אקטיביזם בפיטסבורג. התחלתי לשמוע ולהכיר את הא.נשים מעבר לפוליטיקה והתקשורת. התחלתי לפגוש את הקושי שבהודיה של טעינו ונידרש לעשות בדק בית ולשנות את כל הנרטיב שמיצבנו כל כך יציב מאז קום מדינת ישראל. קשה להודות בטעות ועוד כזאת שמשפיעה על מיליוני א.נשים. בשנים האחרונות אני מנסה להמשיך להקשיב ולדבר עם א.נשים מכל הקשת הפוליטית, ובמיוחד עם א.נשים ששירתו או עדיין משרתים בצבא חובה וקבע. הקולות מתחילים להישמע יותר הגונים וכנים. א.נשים משתפים.ות אותי מתוך הצבא לא מעט פעמים את המשפטים: את כל כך צודקת שחצי מהצבא זה בזבוז ומעביר את הזמן ושורף כספי מיסים שלך ושלי. אם העולם היה מתוקן כמו שאת חולמת אותו, באמת היינו יכולים להביא את המדינה שלנו למצב כל כך הרבה יותר טוב. אז כן, אני מאמינה שאם ניתן את הבחירה בין שירות צבאי חובה בתום התיכון לבין שירות לאומי חובה (בבתי ספר, בבתי חולים, בבתי הגיל השלישי…והרשימה עוד ארוכה), נצליח להרים את עצמנו מהתהום שהחברה שלנו נפלה אליו. אני מאמינה שיום יבוא ונבין את השינויים הנדרשים כמו שהקורונה הצליחה להביא לשינוי המיוחל במשרד החינוך. פתאום יש הבנה שלא חייבים להיות כל יום בכיתה ואפשר ללמוד במרחב הפתוח ולעבוד בפרוייקטים ולשלב שיעורים בזום או בכל דרך אחרת שנמציא… והרשימה עוד ארוכה. השאלה היא האם יהיה לנו האומץ להודות שטעינו והשינוי תלוי בנו. השאלה היא אם נכיר בבעייתיות הבלתי נסבלת שנערה כמו בכתובנת מטה נדרשת להיכלא בכלא כי היא מנסה להיות סמן לחציית גבול שלנו כחברה. כן, אני אקטיביסטית חברתית כבר המון שנים ואני מאמינה בעוצמה הטמונה בקבוצה קטנה להוביל לשינוי תודעתי ואז שינוי מהותי ומציאותי. אם נבין את האיום הממשי שלנו עכשיו שהוא זיהום אוויר, מים ואדמה – נבין שאנחנו ממשיכים.ות לתחזק נרטיב שכבר פחות רלבנטי. הגיע הזמן שנתעורר ונבין יחד איך יוצרים את השינוי. ברור לי שזה יקרה עוד בחיי. תקשיבו ותרגישו את ה 2 וקצת דקות מטה ותנו ללב רגע מקום בליווי הראש

https://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-middle-east-59084408

 

אז, חשבתי שזוהי דרכו של עולם

מודל הפרא: הקשר החינוכי בין הבית, הטבע ועצמנו

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השהייה בטבע מזמינה נוכחות ברגע הזה. להיות נוכח במרחב הפתוח, משמעו להיות בהסכמה שלא יודעים איך זה ייגמר

סוף חודש יוני הגיע ונותרתי עם הרבה שאלות כהרגלי. על אף שהחודשים האחרונים מרגישים לי כמו מקטע אחד ארוך מלא מפגשים חינוכיים (בעבודתי במרכז ק.מ.ה), הובלת שינויים בקהילה בה אני חייה ואירועי סופשנה (כמנחה, כאמא וכאקטיביסטית). בנוסף, ישנה תחושה שמלווה אותי, סוג של תבלין מרענן כמו סומק. תחושת רוח חדשה של הכרה בצורך בשינוי בקרב מרבית הא.נשים שאני פוגשת. הדגש הוא על ההכרה בצורך, שזה הרבה מעבר לשינוי שננסה להוביל או לבצע. שינוי, לעומת הכרה בצורך, יכול להוביל להתנסות כזאת או אחרת – לשם הניסוי והרצון בשינוי. לעומת זאת, ההכרה בצורך בשינוי, מובילה לתחושתי להעמקה ובדיקת היסודות, האמונות והמוסכמות הנורמטיביות. ההכרה בשינוי באה לידי ביטוי בהתנהלות מבית (הורות), בהתנהלות מחוץ (בתי ספר וקהילה), והחשובה מכל היא ההכרה בצורך של שינוי תפיסה (ערכי, כלכלי, ארגוני, חינוכי וחברתי).

אז בדיוק עוד שבוע, יום חמישי ה 7.7.2022 בשעה 20:30, אשתף בזום חברתי ופתוח לכל (רק מותנה בהרשמה מראש), את ההבנות שלי בנוגע לתפיסה שלי – הקשר החינוכי בין הבית, הטבע ועצמנו הוא קריטי והתעלמות ממנו פוגעת בנו ובסובב אותנו. בסדנא היעזר במודל הפרא שיצרנו, רז ביטון, “צעדים – בית לחינוך טבע” ואני, כפלטפורמה “לבישול איטי של התפיסה שלנו”. בישול תפיסה כא.נשים, הורים, א.נשי חינוך, או בכותרת קצת יותר תואמת: כיצורי פרא אותנטים ונפלאים.ות 🐵 הרשמו והצטרפו
https://familyideatree.com/events/%d7%a1%d7%93%d7%a0%d7%aa-%d7%a7%d7%94%d7%99%d7%9c%d7%94-33/

מבטיחה להמשיך לשתף בדרך 🛣️ ofiraroll.com

Bob Mendler, the dying Israeli democracy, and hope…

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Today is the Holocaust Memorial Day. Today I attended a zoom memorial ceremony of a CP classroom in Tefen school. It was moving and brought me to tears. The combination of this with my preparation for tomorrow (my first class on zoom for first year teachers) and the moving protest last night in Rabin’s square – for Democracy Now – I was with some hope. Only later in the evening I start receiving texts from many activists what’s up groups about the most shocking government that Bibi and Gantz created together without shame. The details are shocking and depressing by all means – and that’s why I decided to post Bob Mendler’s video. I knew him personally and walked with him where he was a child during the Holocaust time. In my humble opinion, the lowest and hardest time of humanity. In our last meeting in his home he told me: keep sharing my story even when I am gone and remember that the last thing a human can loose is his hope. Thus, never give up and remain optimistic…going to sleep with Bob Mendler’s wisdom. Let’s be reminded and never give up. Bob, I remember you and continue my activism and life in Israel with your wisdom….

 

I welcome the other to be my guest

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Yes. It is personal but so important to be shared. I feel like them. I agree with them. I do believe that the future holds healing for us all and it would show itself to all of us. To whom that are brave enough to unpack fear, anger, and grief. I do remember that day, when my beloved cousin, Hila, left the physical world in a terror attack. She was only in her early teens. Back then I was a teenager when she was killed in a terror attack. Following her harsh despairing – I felt broken from within. Broken. I felt that my entire tribe broke down. For years I walked on this planet thinking that it is not fair and what a hopeless reality we live in. Only years later, when I encountered my brave being, the activist one, who truly believes in humans and in our ability to make this place (universe) a better place, I could start unpacking my fear, anger, and grief. I wish to remember all who died in the name of this endless conflict and any conflict in this world. It takes courage to be born again and encounter difficult reality, dispositions, values, discrimination, and mainly brain wash about THE OTHER. I wish and welcome the healing we all need in our lives everywhere. I welcome the other to be my guest. 

Today, while I shared with old friends the shared memorial ceremony of Israelis and Palestinians I felt rejected. Under-appreciated. Naive. I listen, felt, and shared back my story growing up in the fire line; The encounter I experienced in relation to the shooting in my community in Pittsburgh, PA on Oct 2018;  The experience of seeing a swastika in my own parking lot in Canada… I choose to be who I am cause I believe a different future is possible. As the memorial was called, Sharing Sorrow, Bringing Hope Yes. I am saying yes for my hope over my fears. Yes. I am saying yes to my heart over my anger. Yes. I am saying yes for new possibilities. It speaks my heart even if many would not relate….

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Time arrived. Healing and unmasking our fears and shields may allow each of us stepping out and away from generational trauma. time arrived and I do want to give it another chance, another try, another open heart. 

Somewhere…out beyond, ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field, I will meet you there.

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Today carries a reminder. A reminder of not allowing my lioness to give up on humanity. Many big issues came up in the last three weeks to check my lioness. At our home, in our co-op community, in our school community, in our local and global politics, and with two close friends.
A lot of struggle relates to compassion, hate, care, representation, anger, race, bullying, competition, power structure, truth, and trust…. it has been intense and I barely managed to hold it all. Trying to bridge in and out as much as I could, while protecting and crying it. Knowing that life is all that and much more. Though, at times, when I remember to stop and linger, I feel hope. At times, when I quit the game of wrong doing and right doing I sense peace. 

Opening this post with a quote from Rumi, brings up where I am at. As in this inspiring song by SemaZen – Somewhere| سمازن – مكان ما , life is packed with wrong doing and right doing. The question is where this fine line between those two lies for each one of us. Who is to say what is wrong or right? It was few months ago, in which I felt that my oldest child helped me to question this fine line in my life. She puts my truth into a question.

It was Hanukkah time. In our home we created a tradition of playing a scavenger hunt that ends with finding personal gifts. This year my daughter was convinced we are going to surprise her with great gifts. In terms of gifts, I wonder, are there right expectations vs. wrong expectations? Once my daughter found her gifts, she looked puzzled. I could not tell is she is happy with it or not sure. Once I brought this up with her, I mentioned that gratitude to whatever arrives to us is more important for me than the gift itself. She broke into tears that led us to an open complicated conversation that shaped something in me. Although I got used to those good cries on the first day of Hanukkah, this one was different. My daughter offered me a reflection that made me realise that there is no big difference between wrong doing and right doing when it comes to competition vs gratitude; pressure vs meditation. She showed me that although GRATITUDE – MEDITATION – MINDFULNESS may perceived as positive and good, they can still create guilt and expectations. which are not that different in terms of should and right doing. That is, no matter what expectations one sets up, there are expectations, in which may lead to unnecessary guilt feelings.

What does it mean right and wrong? for who? by who?

Today, on the International Women’s Day – #BalanceforBetter, I want to stop and feel and linger. Especially today, when a dear poetic soul passed and with his leaving he passed to us his wisdom, love and joy of living. Today, I stay with Carl Leggo’s words , “the whole world lingers”. 

While I am with my children I am able to linger. I am able to question the right doing and wrong doing on each moment with them and thanks to them. As a mother, I keep learning my deep important un-replaceable lessons from my three children.

Today on the international Womens’ Day, My 4.5 years old child asked me: “Emma (mommy in Hebrew), why should Woman’s Day be?” I answered: “Can you imagine that there are places in the world where it is forbidden for girls to go to school? Or is it forbidden to work? Or is it forbidden to sing in public? Or make as much money as boys?” He answered: “No!” I answered: “So we continue to celebrate a day like this all over the world so that there will be an opportunity to talk and sing and work together and make meetings that will bring about the change that everyone in the world can choose what they want.” He answered: “Oh, I understand. So it’s good to celebrate the day of the woman.”

The notion of the right and wrong doing run many cultures and communities around the world. However, my hope comes from a more feminine way of being in the world. Being with, for, with unconditional love and radical hospitality. As the song, Preyers of the mothers in which led by Women Wage for peace. This song and this movement are only one example out of countless globally. brings into this world a different sense of being. Being with open heart and less if at all judgmental. Because it is necessary. Because humanity tried the right and wrong for too long. Because now it is time for women to lead in a heartfelt leadership with compassion and kindness and radical hospitality for all.

This change is needed. This new/old leadership is needed so fear would replaced with trust; hate would be replaced by compassion; bullying would be replaced by kindness – where Shane Koyczan story would be history.

 

Right doing and wrong doing…not for me anymore.
Shabat shalom

 

won’t you be my neighbour?

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I did not plan to visit our community in Pittsburgh any time soon. I hoped to come visit one day for happy reasons. It was almost a month ago, when I received phone calls, on a Saturday morning, from our family members over seas, to ask how our beloved friends are doing after the massacre in Pittsburgh? It caught us all not ready for such trauma. It was hard to swallow the pain, fear, anger, and above all a big cry of lost. After a week staying far, reading and watching any piece of information from friends, social media, and news, I felt my call to come there and be with and for this special place called Pittsburgh and its people. During a truly quick and meaningful long weekend in Pittsburgh, I met inspiring souls, dear friends, as Debbey , Anna , Sara , Dafna , Eva , Lisa, and tens more. I walked with them, prayed with them, listen to them, sang with them, sat with them, ate with them, and thought with them what is needed next – as for example the inspiring activists group called, Bend the ARC Pittsburgh. It was intense, full of mixed feelings of deep sadness with strong sense of community, togetherness, and love. Just before leaving to fly home, I got a sign from Pittsburgh to bring with me back home in Canada.

…coming back to our co-op from Pittsburgh, PA, right after the massacre in the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh , I put up this sign out there… It took only several days before it was removed from the public space & was left on the ground.

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It was hard to find the sign down. However, I understood that maybe I should move it to our private space and hung it in our front yard. I was confident that it would stay there as long as we wish for. Unfortunately, it went missing one morning, after being up for several days. This sign is clearly meaningful for our family (I brought it with me from Pittsburgh, from the street where the massacre happened) and we wish to have it back. Thus, I reached out a day after to our community, asking for help in finding it and hoping to get an idea where it is. The sign is not back and nobody of our friends saw it taken down. However, several neighbours took positive actions and looked for a replacement online. After finding the group who prints it around PA, they placed orders of many signs (for free) for whoever asked for one & in any combination of languages. For our family, this action of our neighbours meant again that we are not alone in this battle of keeping us all together – as humans, no matter where we were born, what cultural background our heritage is, what god directs us if any, and who is our inspiration in life. The visit in Pittsburgh made me stronger. The visit in Pittsburgh made me rethink, reimagine, and relive this life. As I heard from Rabbi Jeremy Markiz ‎(יעקוב אביגדור), a day after the massacre, while Pittsburgh was in pain and grief: “when in doubt, love more”.

Yes, even when this happen now, and the news are full of hate crimes, and just two years after we found a Swasticka in our locked underground parking lot in the same community, I still call our hearts to say, LOVE more if you can. Not because we cannot hate. Not because we cannot add fear and security all around us. Not because we cannot move somewhere else. Love more, here and now just because we can and wish to bring our surroundings to see the light with us, within each of us. Yes, those cracks that make us sad, disappointed, discouraged, lonely, call our fears, are also our gift. Those cracks try to remind us to stay active, curious, willing to give a hand, especially where it is needed – where the light wants to get in. After all, in packed life with routines that numb us, we need those cracks, as Leonard Cohen inspires us to look for, over and over with his brilliant song, Anthem: “Ring the bell can still ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack, a crack in everything, that is how the light gets in…

Back to Pittsburgh, and the to ringing the bell that can still ring, connecting to where I live, Canada, to a radio show on CBC radio 1: Tapestry with Mary Hynes, episode: Connecting across divides, in which is with Rabbi David Rosen, who “has worked in some very heated conflict zones – Ireland during “The Troubles”, apartheid South Africa, and present-day Israel – I wish to agree with Rosen as he speaks about in Tapestry with Mary Hynes, episode: Connecting across divides, “let’s work together, in ways we can try to improve people’s sense of their different identity, and their heritage, and religion, that it can be a blessing and not a curse.”

Yes, many more pages could be written on those teaching moments in life. However, I will end here with a rather positive ending. After 15+ years in North America, I feel that one of my favourite cultural asset I keep close to my heart daily is Mr. Rogers from Pittsburgh. I feel that I became a better mother, neighbour, friend, educator, and human thanks to his heartfelt wisdom. With gratitude to Mr. Rogers, I wish to end with his song, won’t you be my neighbour?

 

 

Tikun Olam happens in small steps

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It might feel that I post non stop about the same topic in the last two weeks. In case you join my wall only today, I want you to know that right now in Israel, something big happens. Citizens make a connection between the government action to the Holocaust narratives…I feel it is a wakeup call for all of us. These refugees from Africa hopefully would not deported thanks to many responsible citizens. It is beyond many non democratic laws that passed lately in Israel. It is much more down to earth human ethics. It is about the notion of Radical Hospitality as Derrida wrote about many years ago as a Jewish refugee from Tunisia, in France. Today, when the news are full of announcements of different groups who stand together and say, not in our names! I refer to El Al pilots – who declared they are not going to fly the asylum seekers to Africa; I refer to the letter of hundreds cinema people to Bibi about their refusal to support this shameful action; I refer to Rabi Suzanne Silverman, of the Jerusalem Voice of the Soul community, who announced yesterday a new initiative called “a hiding place for refugees in Anne Frank’s house.” Last, but not least, I refer to Colette Avital, as the head of the Center for Holocaust Survivors, declared few hours ago, that Holocaust survivors oppose this expulsion. I start feeling that this historical moment may be a turning point. Not a stable one. Not with enough strong foundations. But a turning point towards an opening. An opening of our hearts to the other. The other who is not a Jew in Israel. The one who deserves democratic treatment as anyone else on this planet. I can see the bridge to wake our hearts to Palestinians. These people who got forgotten under the busyness of the news, of life. Time would tell. Tikun Olam happens in small steps. If we succeed with the Asylum seekers, we are one step ahead…amen!

…and now in Hebrew

Turning Points & #metoo

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Lately, our life is packed with more and more #metoo stories and it comes from many directions. These are not easy to include in our daily thoughts and feelings. These stories bring to our consciousness years of pain and fear from the trauma itself. Years of an ongoing rethinking wonders as, what happen? for what reasons did it happen to me? and what could be done now?? In my experience, the thoughts and emotions move back and forth between disappointment, judgment, guilt, shame, and anger. Hope does not come easy in this disrespectful imbalanced power structured stories. In most stories the woman/young woman/girl/child are not recognized as equal human with rights to refuse and being asked for consent.

Today my moment arrived. A realization that I kept looking for asked for my action. unnamed-1I have been looking for the ‘turning points‘, where #metoo movement may thrive…it took me years. However, today I did something that I cannot remember doing in my life. I cut out the pages from a book I like. Those pages, which were written by a person that made me part of the #metoo movement, are not part of the book any more. It was not easy action but satisfying. I do not remember doing it before. I feel that not having his voice in my home is an essential act in the process of freeing myself from this event.

I can hear a close friend of mine adding…”you know that the real work is to come, once you forgive him and think about all this with compassion”. I tried but I may not be ready yet. For me, back then a young grad school student, attending an educational conference, could not believe a professor would invite me to continue our philosophical conversation about education, over in his room, for his unfulfilled sexual desires. Yes, I was naive. However, in the moment, once I realized what his plans are, I stood up and gave him a speech that left him speechless. I left his room crying and shaking. I could not sleep all that night and wrote down every single thing I remembered from the evening with him. The day after, I asked closed friends to stay next to me at all times, so I would not encounter him by myself.  Later on, in the airport, he found me by myself waiting for my flight. He tried to apologized. He tried to convince me we both wanted it. He was afraid. He knew what he could loose. As his children, his partner, his job, and his respect from this loving community of educators that ended up writing this book with him later on. My body remembers this two days as it was yesterday.

From that day up to this moment, my encounters with many brave and inspiring women, who experienced sexual assault, and they share it and act for it to be known, give me hope. Women who make a choice to be known publicly with their story gives me hope. Do you wonder how this gives hope? I can insure you that there is no way back following this #metoo awaken. We all agree it is not acceptable. We all wish to stop this violence. I keep hearing complains, in which I do not agree with, from people claiming that too many years pass so why now? maybe it would be better to move on? and how does it help to make it known? However, when I think about my life experiences as young adult and as an adult, I count myself as a lucky one, in which did not go through really forced but ‘only’ unacceptable invitations to touch and being touched. I know deep in my heart that it takes years to share these experiences. For me it is clear, in order to stop this normalization of women’s’ encounters with sexual assaults, it needs to be known publicly!

Today, thanks to my partner, I realized I could take an action that would help me deal with this trauma I carry for 12+ years. My partner suggested that I could start with cutting the name of that man, which caused me this trauma, from the cover of a book I truly like. This book includes many educators that inspire many. However, this ‘man’ is defiantly do not deserve to be included in this book but he is. Today I decided to drop this reference from my thesis. From now on, in my home, in my thesis, he is not going to receive the respect he does not know to give to women.

…and now in Hebrew

Radical Hospitality & Mental Health

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In the last two years I have often heard the term mental health issues, specifically referring to young people between the age of 10 to 20. This is  is a new phenomena for me after my years of experience in education and as an Imma (mother). This is not an easy issue to write or talk about, while there are still many taboos around this topic. However, today I feel that I have to share my thoughts. They are ready and not ready at the same time., They are however ready to be shared here, on my blog, even if they are still not completely formed. I keep trying to walk my talk as Leonard Cohen wrote: Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack. A crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in” 🙂

…and the story begins, while trying to make sense of this phenomena, called mental health, I find it useful to read some professional suggestions in order to gain a broader understanding of the personal story we may be familiar with.

While dealing with mental health issues, as written on the Here To Help BC website: “Many people feel some combination of:

  • Relief—My problem has a name, and now I know why I’m not feeling well.
  • Hope—I can find a treatment that works. Now I can figure out how to cope with this.
  • Fear—I’m scared of what I think my diagnosis means.
  • Shock/Denial—This can’t be happening. Not me. Mental health problems happen to other people. This is a reflection on who I am as a person. I feel flawed.
  • Shame—This is a reflection on who I am as a person. I feel flawed.
  • Confusion—I don’t understand what all of this means, or no one has given me the answers I need. I don’t think my diagnosis matches how I see the problem.
  • Anger—Why did this happen to me?
  • Guilt—How did this happen? Why didn’t I see it, or see it sooner? It’s my fault.
  • Grief—My life will never be the same. I feel like I’ve lost myself.
  • Loss of control and hope—I feel powerless. I don’t know what to do. I don’t see how I’ll ever cope with this.”

From my perspective, this list allows us to understand mental health issues in a compassionate and empathetic way. I could imagine that mental health issues are a tiring process to live through. An individual needs hope and to limit their feelings of shame or guilt for ending up in this difficult situation. On the Here To Help BC webpage they continue with sharing this important piece: “There are often lots of different factors involved that can influence if you have a mental illness.” These factors include:

  • Your family history
  • Stressful events—like loss, conflict or childbirth
  • Stressful life situations—like having a low income or poor housing
  • Other health problems, including a substance use problem or another mental health problem
  • The environment—including the seasons
  • Your personality and your thinking style—how you look at the world and how you deal with troubling events or situations, much of which is learned by watching how people around you cope.”

Mental health issues are a combination of many factors in one’s life and locates beyond a problem that one creates or is born with. As I perceive it, there is no reason to blame the person who suffers from this complicated emotional situation, or their  family, friends, or community.

Mental health issues are a combination of life experiences leading from one to another, without a clear beginning or ending. Thus, my wonders are around the questions of what leads to what in these complicated emotional rollercoasters that families are placed in, while supporting someone they love? What could support them beyond going to therapists or taking medications? What needs are not met that ask for our attention? I may be totally off with the idea I want to share here. However, if you find it truly off, wrong, or anything that makes you uncomfortable, please know that I welcome any constructive comments, questions, ideas, or corrections.

If I have learned anything from my experiences within the Democratic Education Movement, it is to be a radical host from within. Radical hospitality can be perceived in its literal sense of a long table, covered with food, waiting with an open door for just you and me. However, the lesson I have been experiencing with the democratic school I study with in Vancouver, radical hospitality holds a larger hidden space than the obvious, known and visible one.

Experiencing radical hospitality means to feel welcome by all means; Welcome to be whoever and whatever you feel like or need to be without the fear of conditions or punishments. Being loved, respected and wanted at any moment; you are who you are. Thus, experiencing radical hospitality supports the individual, who is experiencing mental health issues. This means an individual can find a safe space to deal with not being perfect; to be loved when attacked by others around; to be respected while your extreme feelings and behaviors become known in public; to be heard deeply when you disrespect others for unseen reasons; to be celebrated for the gifts you have to share,  and sometimes would love not to share; to know it is ok to withdraw from the world at times needed and be back; to be loved for who you are without fears and conditions. 

I wish to gain a deeper understanding about mental health issues. Until then, I want to end here by saying, you are welcome to be who you are with me. Welcome in a radical sense of being yourself!

** thanks Banksy for your inspiring painting of these birds protesting.

….and now in Hebrew:

Israel, Canada, and Me in the age of Trump…

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Israel Canada and Me

When I was asked several months back to join a panel, I was not prepared to cry. Promoting posters of the event have been waiting to be seen around the city. A week ago an article was published with all panelists voices. I felt prepared. However, today I felt different. While putting my thoughts in writings, I ended up crying. Crying this poem out…

I am crying the pain of killing and dying around me

I am crying the flags that ask to separate us

I am crying the walls that divide us from them

I am crying the fear of not knowing how to bring us together

I am crying the lack of togetherness and trust

I am crying the money before hearts

I am crying the absence of sense of belonging to human tribe

I am crying the fight endless of who owns the hummus

I am crying the need to live one truth

I am crying the ego fights over ownership

I am crying the fear of encountering changes

I am crying the pain of mothers giving birth and loosing them for wars

I am crying the personal cry that goes through layers of details

I am crying the cry that needs to be cried

I am here, with you, at home and far from home

I am here, with you, wishing for a pause

I am here, with you, want to remember that our voices matter

I am here, with you, looking in the eyes of plurality

I am here, with you, not knowing what’s next

I am here, with you, coming from the heart

I am here, with you, hoping for more voices and less wars

I am here, with you, to listen to your stories.

I am here, with you, to share with you my story.

I am here, with you. Are you with me?

 

….and now in Hebrew: