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Dzien
dobry.....Good Morning from Poland,
Without your support I would not be here.
It's a bright, cold day at
Malgosia and Andrzej’s home in Warsaw. The "expedition"
to Auschwitz was, as always, deep, provoking and transforming. Our
writer, Perry, could not have helped having expectations and, in
the end, was left without words.....Just the way to start his journey
“in the footsteps of the Buddha. His mother's side of the family,
from Lublin, Poland, was lost at either Aushwitz or Majdanek.
Our first day in Warsaw included
a trip to a homeless shelter for addicts and recently released prisoners
in the countryside 40 km west of Warsaw. Peacemaker Polska has a
project there facilitating communication, introspection and community
building -through council circles. They were appreciative and asked
Andrzej to return to train the balance of the residents and to also
train the staff of the senior housing across the road. The senior
housing director also invited him to her home to "train"
her family.
That same night we drove
to Oswiecim. Andrzej, Malgosia, Perry and I were joined by three
young members of the Polish Zen Peacemaker Circle, another two young
Peacemakers and two German Priests (one has been serving at Auschwitz
for ten years), Marian Kolodziej (a survivor of five years in Auschwitz
- having arrived in the first transport to the camp), his wife Halena,
and Wladyslaw, our driver, and ordinary citizen, who asked to participate.
We compressed the usual retreat into two days, starting with a tour
of Auschwitz I, and closing the afternoon with a two and one-half
hour Catholic ceremony of 14 Stations of the Cross - adapted to
reflect on the prisoner experience in Birkenau (Auschwitz II). Skies
were overcast and the skies drizzled most of the time. We ended
the day with evening meditation in the first gas chamber of the
camp. For most it was a surprisingly serene and clear experience.
The author was speechless.
The second day we started
with a council circle and then proceeded to the Sauna at Birkenau
- the first stop for prisoners who were selected for work - where
they stripped, were disinfected, had their heads shaved, were issued
standard blue and white striped uniforms, given numbers and emerged
nameless and shocked. The theme of the day was a Day of Reflection
in the tradition of Zen Peacemaker Circles. We sat in front of a
wall of family pictures of Jews, portraying family gatherings, picnics,
weddings, joyful moments, life. From there we sat at the selection
site between the railroad tracks in front of Crematoriums II and
III and also in the Children’s Barracks. The afternoon finished
with a memorial service for all of those who died at the camp, followed
by some moments of silence. We were not alone.
The second night was a night
with Marian, the camp survivor, who has recollected his experience
after 60 years of suppression, with a shockingly amazing work of
love for his comrades who did not make it out. The drawings are
allegorical - maybe 70 works comprising one work of art. Each piece
is a recollection of a story. He shared them willingly and beautifully.
If there is an example of strength, compassion and awareness from
that time - he embodies it. Still suffering in a real sense, he
shares himself and his life with a passionate awareness that transmits
his joy of living. Perry hopes to do a separate piece for Geographic
on Marion.
Yesterday Perry left for
India. He was endlessly grateful, tearful and appreciative.
The article is to be published in May 2005 - a 25 to 30 page piece.
Thank you for your
great gift of love and support,
Yours,
Grover
Dearest beloved
Friends and fellow Journeyers,
It's so hard to put into
words how I feel after Auschwitz-Birkenau. I've been home one week
and feel an oppressive weight inside. I feel so detached from my
world. I haven’t talked much about Poland; it doesn’t seem to want
to emerge from my depths. Yet I want to share. Where to begin?
Let me follow the council
rule - TALK ONLY FROM THE HEART.
OK heart ....I feel longing.
Longing for our circle of caring hearts that drew close for five
wintry days under the grey skies of Auschwitz/Oswecim, which, remarkably
and significantly, revealed to us the most beautiful, complete and
inspiring rainbow I have ever seen, just as we entered the Birkenau
death camp. After a morning spent at the Auschwitz Museum witnessing
one of mankind's darkest cruelest times, we entered Birkenau - "place
of the Birch trees" and Zyklon B and deaths of millions - where
we would spend the next four days. Just then, we were sent a message:
a rainbow, a symbol of hope, just days after we read the Chapter
of Noah in the Torah reading at synagogue.
Auschwitz-Birkenau today
is not a place of darkness but a place of hope. It takes darkness
to reveal light. I felt in Auschwitz such a light, a grace, a promise
of a better future if we remember the past, remember the cruelty
that arises from hatred, from disconnecting from feeling and from
caring about other human beings.
So Auschwitz for me was feeling.
Feeling the pain of those murdered, torn from their lives and families.
Feeling my pain, my pain as a Jew, carrying the wounds of thousands
of years of hatred and persecution. I didn’t realize I had so much
Jewish pain. I thought I was just angry with my father. Or the nasty
girls in my bunk at summer camp.
I went to Auschwitz to go
into my pain, to "plunge" into the darkness inside which
I have spent a lifetime escaping. I recently discovered that I have
been running from feeling. I kept myself so busy doing, "accomplishing,"
aspiring, regretting, projecting, thinking - that I lost myself.
I operated from the throat up and lost touch with my heart, because
my heart was filled with so much pain it was too frightening to
really feel. So I went to Auschwitz to feel the pain. What better
place to encounter pain and suffering than Auschwitz?
And I encountered the pain
in my heart. And the pain, concern and love in the hearts of the
other participants who came to Auschwitz for their own reasons.
And I opened my heart to them. And then I was able to open my heart
to God, the ultimate light.
It's been really hard to
return to mundane life after Auschwitz. It's great to see the kids,
the husband. I really love them. But the daily grind: the chores,
the appointments, the business commitments -I feel like an automaton,
doing what I need to do, but something is missing.
My open heart, that's what
is missing. In Auschwitz we plunged into the pain, I entered into
my broken heart and stayed there the entire retreat. I cried from
my broken heart, I mourned from my broken heart, I listened from
my broken heart, I understood from my broken heart, I loved, I sang
and even laughed from my broken, now healing heart. For good measure
I then fell on my head (for those present late Friday night).
So how do I keep my heart
open when all around me are closing theirs? Adinah my holy sister
has told me to turn every question, or every should statement ("I
should do this or that") into a prayer, so…
May the One who created my
heart give me the courage and strength to keep it open and loving
even when the enviroment is less than supportive and may I always
be one with my feelings and sensitive to the feelings of others.
May all you dear friends,
be blessed with maintaining your open and loving hearts, and may
we continue to love and support each other as we did for five wintry
days in Auschwitz.
Thank you all so much for
making this retreat so profound and meaningful. Thanks especially
to the organizers and facilitators. I miss you all very much.
A giant hug to you all. And
thank you all for your thoughtful emails and wonderful stories.
Lots of love,
GENINE
Thank you both (and all the
staff) for a wonderful retreat experience. We
greatly appreciated the loving container of the retreat, especially
appreciated and contrasted as we continued to travel in Poland and
Ukraine
after the retreat without that container, exploring the holocaust
experience
of Miriam's family.
We hope to return to this retreat next year... if the retreat unfolds
next
year exactly as it did this year, it would be wonderful! Please
accept my
deep appreciation and thanks for all your uplifted and heartfelt
efforts.
All the best!
Jake Lorfing
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