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Size 12 X 12 cm, Chalk pastel, by Morag Noffke 18.03.09
You can read about the explanation of this drawing here |
Last Wednesday I went to a seminar run by Nechama. Counsellors from all different walks of life were invited. “
It is a volunteer-based organisation which provides emotional support and counselling for persons of the Jewish faith who have suffered a bereavement or loss. It provides a nurturing and caring environment for comfort and growth. Through care and compassion, they support the bereaved and their families through the grief process.”
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Nechama
The theme of the seminar was: I am with him in his sorrow.
As the loss of family and friends is all around us all of the time I think it is good to be equipped to comfort others. People are unique and come from different backgrounds. The more one learns about other cultures, grieving, rituals and practices the easier it will be to convey understanding and empathy.
I learnt new things and I feel enriched, refreshed and encouraged for going. What I like the most when I go to a seminar is when I feel personally and deeply touched by what the speakers have conveyed. Here is a poem I wrote in response afterwards…
The Nechama of the soul
"I am with him in his sorrow."
This is an inner strength
rooted in the Divine.
We know we will not be consumed
like the burning bush…
to comfort means to be
with them
in their sorrow
accepting them on their journey.
(Like the counsellor does: the place to express feelings)
the child’s grief is a silent grief
and their actions speak louder
than words
the girl who knew who her dad was
just couldn’t understand why
he went away
While she tried to
make sense as a six year old might
with questions and tears and tantrums
her mother became unintentionally unavailable
and her child’s loss went ‘unnoticed’
the ripple effect
reached across the years
to meet the older grief.
Older grief is gentler
sudden-ness of tears
simultaneous attachment
(And that’s where the counsellor comes in: the place to express feelings now)
The whole world died:
father, mother
and herself too
were never the same.
feelings of shame
and foolishness were fostered
because she asked her mother
where her father was
over and over again…
of course the parent gets sick of hearing the question
and thinks that expressing the frustration and the anger are bad
the parent worries
that the child is naughty
how long?
They ask
will it be bad?
will it feel bad?
(And here is where the counsellor comes in: the place for the child to express feelings now and to remember that…)
when a loved one dies
the relationship will continue
in one’s life
always
one will feel the tug on the soul
like a kite
and will engage with it
The ways to connect
are to talk about them,
remembering their images
be observant of them,
re-uniting with their words
Don’t let them fade away
Allow them to live on
in one’s memory
one’s creativity
and the fabric of one’s life
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Size 30 X 24 cm, Oil Pastel, by Morag Noffke 03.03.09
You can read about the explanation of the drawing here |
We all loose loved ones and at times we need someone to listen to us. It is good to know that we can ask for the help we need.
