{"id":180879,"date":"2017-03-02T13:48:05","date_gmt":"2017-03-02T18:48:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.euvolution.com\/prometheism-transhumanism-posthumanism\/the-human-spirit-of-pennies-and-anemones-jerusalem-post-israel-news\/"},"modified":"2017-03-02T13:48:05","modified_gmt":"2017-03-02T18:48:05","slug":"the-human-spirit-of-pennies-and-anemones-jerusalem-post-israel-news","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.euvolution.com\/prometheism-transhumanism-posthumanism\/transhuman-news-blog\/post-human\/the-human-spirit-of-pennies-and-anemones-jerusalem-post-israel-news\/","title":{"rendered":"The Human Spirit: Of pennies and anemones &#8211; Jerusalem Post Israel News"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><p>    The road to Moshav Yishi near Beit Shemesh runs through    hillocks dotted with red anemones  kalaniyot theyre    called in Hebrew. The countrys voted most beloved wildflower    is immortalized in the song Kalaniyot (words by    Natan Alterman, music Moshe Wilensky) recorded in 1948 by the    grande dame of Israel song, Shoshana Damari. Mostly, she sang    it for our soldiers fighting for Israels independence.  <\/p>\n<p>    The roadside is lined with cars, as busy Israeli families are    making time on this balmy winter Friday afternoon to glory in    homeland flowers.       <\/p>\n<p>    In the song, a young girl brings her mother a basket of    anemones, a practice long since prohibited in Israel. In a    later stanza, the grown-up girl is walking amid the anemones    with her beloved.  <\/p>\n<p>    Ive driven to Moshav Yishi to meet parents whose children will    never grow up. Theyve been murdered by terrorists.  <\/p>\n<p>    The parents have been invited for a therapeutic, restful    Shabbat by Deena and Rabbi Menachem Mendlowitz, who built a    rustic guest house, with the dream that it would serve as a    place for healing.  <\/p>\n<p>    The women know one another well  theyve been taking part in a    support group for years, although no one can say exactly how    many. Theyre gregarious, delighted to see one another, and    ebullient over finding posh lodgings instead of ramshackle huts    in this not-yet-gentrified farming region. The men are more    somber. Some but not all of the men know one another.  <\/p>\n<p>    The support group has come together under the sponsorship of    the Koby Mandell Foundation. Koby Mandells parents, Sherri and    Seth, are here, too.  <\/p>\n<p>    On a spring day in 2001, Koby and his pal Yosef Ish Ran set out    on a Tom Sawyer-ish hike. Terrorists found the 13-year-old    children in a cave and stoned them to death. In their sons    memory, Sherri and Seth have created a multifaceted nonprofit    to help families like their own.  <\/p>\n<p>    Each of the parents here has a horrendous story.  <\/p>\n<p>    When we gather in the living room, Im sitting near a woman    whose son, then 18, was murdered by gunshot on his way home    from registering for school. Shes also concerned for her    daughter, a mother of seven, homeless since the demolition in    Amona. A young couple witnessed the murder of their    seven-month-old in a baby swing.  <\/p>\n<p>    The murderer knocked on their door during a holiday meal and    opened fire.  <\/p>\n<p>    Another couples son was blown up by a bomber at a gas station.  <\/p>\n<p>    The womens psychodrama therapist, Zipora Cedar, wants to share    with the men what the women have been participating in. Cedar    is a veteran practitioner of the method invented by Dr. Jacob    Levy Moreno, a treatment in which persons role-play real-life    experiences, often playing themselves, sometimes family members    or friends who have been affected by their behavior. On a table    are piles of scarves: blue, brown, eggplant, red, orange, props    for the externalization of hurts and wishes.  <\/p>\n<p>    As an ice-breaker the men and women write two words each on a    paper: how their spouse would describe them and how they would    like to be described.  <\/p>\n<p>    The papers are tossed in a magicians hat and read anonymously    by others in the room. She sees me as detached, but Id like    her to think of me as contemplative.  <\/p>\n<p>    He thinks Im obsessive, but Id like him to think of me as    talented. These are still-evolving long marriages that have    survived the violent death of a child.  <\/p>\n<p>    In another exercise, one of the women must choose an object,    body part or person who is angry at her and act out the part.    The volunteer pretends shes her late mother, angry because she    has forgotten to light a memorial candle to mark the    anniversary of her death. Then, playing herself, the bereaved    mom explains that she is so overwhelmed by sorrow for the    childs death that she cannot mourn more. Instead, she says,    she remembers her mother every day, inside of her.  <\/p>\n<p>    Others join in, describing dilemmas over subjects such as    whether to bring children and grandchildren to cemeteries.  <\/p>\n<p>    A man admits to relief when his mother died, because she had    lived her life without knowing the agony of burying a child.    Another speaks of his finally understanding his own father, who    refused to speak of his first family killed in a world war.  <\/p>\n<p>    Let the emotional penny drop inside you, urges Cedar,    reminding the participants of the once-upon-atime tokens that    fell in gas meters and phone booths.  <\/p>\n<p>    I feel the penny of gratefulness that I am an observer and not    a member in this group. Then falls the penny of thinking how    much of life is wasted in anger and resentment over    trivialities.  <\/p>\n<p>    And theres a penny of appreciation for those who havent    forgotten the deep pain of these bereaved parents and have    gifted them with this beautiful Shabbat.  <\/p>\n<p>    Each member chooses two colored scarves  an unhappy one to    throw away and another to symbolize the happier expectations    for Shabbat. Sadness, worries and fear are cast aside, replaced    with joy and fun and relaxation. Cedar covers them with the    white scarves of Shabbat sanctity of the Shabbat bride.  <\/p>\n<p>    Anemone coronaria earned its name kalanit because it evokes    beauty and majesty, like a bride  kalla  on her wedding day.  <\/p>\n<p>    In the final stanzas of Kalaniyot, a grandmother, her eyes    glowing with laughter and tears, remembers a forgotten    melody.  <\/p>\n<p>    The author is a Jerusalem writer who focuses on the stories    of modern Israel. She serves as the Israel director of public    relations for Hadassah, the Womens Zionist Organization of    America. The views in her columns are her own.<\/p>\n<p>    Relevant to your professional network? 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