Gaza City, December 16, 2009
Day 5 of the December 2009 Mind-Body Skills Training in Gaza
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As the days pass, our participants discover and discuss new possibilities of psychophysiological self-regulation - breathing deeply to relax in spite of the anxious anticipation of leading a group for the first time, or to find a calm place from which to encounter memories of family members "martyred" by violence. They find in the creative imagination of guided imagery unexpected ease: "When I go to my imaginary 'safe place' I discover it is my home - I would not have believed it because we are close to the border and have often been shelled - and I thank God for my family and for seeing the green of the trees every day."
Sitting in the circles of our small groups we move more deeply into each others' minds and hearts. Experiences and feelings that are rarely if ever publicly revealed in tradition-saturated Gaza are shared; long suppressed emotions and conflicts emerge.
We hear about the ways that the frustrations of men, deprived in the Nakba - the "catastrophic" loss of homes and villages of 1948 - of their patrimony, unable to maintain their self-respect without jobs or freedom, have manifested in the self-righteous abuse of women and children. Her late arrival after difficulty navigating the streets during a Hamas demonstration reminds one young psychologist - gentle, always smiling, pale in her long black coat - of her father's fury at an elder brother when one evening years ago he came home late: The old man burned the boy's arm with a stick glowing with red heat, and turned the instrument on his wife when she pleaded for mercy. The girl watched. A university professor cries with shock and pain for her young colleague, and recalls her own father's contrasting kindness. Then it is the turn of a large young man, a gentle giant I think, who is also a psychologist. "I have not spoken of this before," he begins. When he and his brother were six and five, their father forced them - out of, the psychologist now believes - some warped idea of discipline and manliness, to walk 10 kilometers to school each morning before dawn; the young man remembers, his face softening in hurt, his hands opening in incomprehension, how furious his father became when one day, attacked by dogs, the boys ran home. The participant who is leading the group today suggests we stand and hold hands. He asks us, so wisely I think, to "Feel the support of the group." The pale young woman, quietly tearful, nods with relief and release; the young man thanks us - "Shukran" - and tells us he has vowed always to understand and be kind to his own children.
The ways of Gaza are ancient, sometimes painfully problematic, but also rich and in many ways still sustaining. The closeness to families that can under pressure constrict can also hold up people who should by all ordinary reckoning have collapsed. Mothers, fathers and especially grandparents appear in another imagery exercise - the summoning of a "wise" or "inner guide" with a frequency I have seen nowhere in the Western world. "My grandmother was strong and kind" one young woman announces, emphasizing the conjunction. "she was always there for me." Another says his long dead, imagined grandfather counseled him not to throw stones at Israeli tanks; "It is a waste, he says to me. True courage will be in caring for your children and your wife." When a young psychologist - unusually lithe and natty, a "dead ringer" I am told for a Turkish movie star - tells me I remind him of his grandfather. I'm at first taken aback, ready to protest - "I'm much too young," I think. When I look again and see the sweetness of his face, the tears in his eyes, I am aware of the foolishness of my reaction, and accept the honor he is giving me.
Each day the nature that remains free from overcrowding, the destruction of artillery shells and fear of Israeli patrols appears, vital and hopeful, in mental imagery, check-ins and reminiscences. In the drawings participants make of "how I want to be" and "how I will achieve it," there are palm trees with ladders- steps to a more hopeful future- leading upward; small patches of green issue gracious invitations; many colored flowers represent "all the brightness of experience;" birds of free thought and feeling fly at the top of pages; the sun warms tired heads and softens hunched, burdened shoulders. Often the sea that borders Gaza appears, deep and ever present, calming troubled minds.
This post is continued in Pt. 2.