Published in the Dutchess County Interfaith Council March 8, 2024 newsletter
Holding Your Hand
by Karen Sangaline Pillsworth
Storyteller/ Story Practitioner
It's 5:30 a.m. here in New York and 12:30 p.m. in Ukraine. I wait for Zoom to
connect me to my high school students at my friend Yulia's school. I met Yulia
12 years ago when she came to the states and we did our Montessori internship
together. We have remained good friends.
Yulia lives in Ivano-Frankivs'k in the west of Ukraine. She is the owner of a
school which houses 140 students, from early childhood through high school. She
turns no one away. Refugees arrive from the east and Yulia welcomes them in as
they try to escape the devastation of the war.
After many emails like the one below, we decided to begin a class on
storytelling with her high school students.
Karen,
My dear friend!
I am alive, and all the family are fairly ok now. The situation in the
country is depressing. We all keep doing what we can, but it takes so long that
we have been under continuous stress that the general state of mind is
depressing. We realize the war won't wind up soon, and potentially Ukraine is
much much smaller than the number of people who invaded our country. Sorry for
the pessimistic ideas.
Karen, how are you? Is life treating you and the children and the grandchildren
well? I will be happy to zoom with you!?
Holding your hand too and very very very grateful to you for staying with
me no matter what...
Yulia
And so our classes began. I meet with my students every Monday. I share stories
and we talk about the importance of their stories. When asked to share a story
about anything they wish, there come no stories of war. They delight me with
folktales, family stories, and stories about traditions. For one hour each week
we escape together to a safe place. They laugh at me as all high school students
might. They think I'm silly sometimes. I tell them I understand. Adults can be
so….adult. I share with them that I have told my own teenage grandchildren that
their Nona will always embarrass them. My grandchildren always laugh and reply,
"We know Nona". This makes my students laugh also.
At the end of our last session I look at the tired faces. I know they are
getting ready for their lunch break and probably can't wait to end the session.
When I mention this to them Yulia says, "Oh, no Karen. They are happy to be with
you. Right before we started the sirens wailed. We did not go to the cold
underground parking shelter. Instead we stayed here with you and the stories!"
We are all desperate for ways to hold each other together during these turbulent
times around the world. Let us begin by sharing our stories. And also by saying
good-bye to each other the way Yulia and I do as we end our emails.
HYH – holding your hand. May we continue to reach out our hands, embrace one
another, and share our stories. I believe it is the way to heal.