Psychological Hand Sanitizer

I have a habit of––whenever my kids eat food they’ve dropped on the floor––saying, “No Crohn’s disease for you!” In the last decade there have been plenty of studies out there which indicate that young humans who have too clean an environment don’t have very well-trained immune systems and get sick more often. Not eating enough dirt can even lead to autoimmune diseases. The body has nothing to fight, so it starts fighting itself. Also, over-cleanliness kills all the good organisms in our bodies that help keep us healthy. This theory is called the Hygiene Hypothesis.

This whole problem is itself a paradox, no? You douse your kids in hand sanitizer every half hour (or every 30 seconds if you’re on the subway in February) hoping they won’t get sick. It’s well-intentioned. But an immune system that has seen very little action gets bored and too much cleanness can end up actually making kids sick. Like, really sick. Life-long struggle sick. Secondly, an inexperienced immune system is unlikely to have any clue how to fight illness when it does come (and it will). This is a major backfire situation. What was meant for good turns out to be harmful.

For the last few years I have been wondering how this theory may have some psychosocial implications. I’ve been thinking, Maybe there is such a thing as the Mental Hygiene Hypothesis. When humans don’t face struggle and troubling situations because someone (maybe oneself) is trying to protect them, what happens? When trouble comes (and it will), these people have little to no tools in their emotional/mental tool belts. They reach for a memory of “this is what helped me last time I faced this situation” and they turn up empty-handed. They reach for “this is what my parents helped me integrate when I was young when this kind of struggle comes” and they’ve got diddly with a side of squat.

Here’s another analogy that relates to this: When a muscle in your body experiences no resistance, what happens to it? (I think you see where I’m going with this.) It atrophies! It's too weak to use until it is built up.

So here’s a question:
Even when we mean well, is protecting ourselves and others (especially kids) from struggle actually helpful, or is it depriving us and them of opportunities to learn the necessary skills and strengths that can only develop when there is resistance? Is our mental/emotional/spiritual immune system, as it were, left to fight only itself?

Just when I thought I had a grand, original idea that I could share with the world, I received an email from someone with an article attached to it. “I thought you’d enjoy this,” it said. The article was from The Atlantic and it was called, “How to Land Your Kid in Therapy: Why the obsession with our kids’ happiness may be dooming them to unhappy adulthoods” written by Psychotherapist Lori Gottlieb in 2011. (Click the title of the article if you'd like to read it.)

It was a long read, and every sentence was great. As I read it, I started gasping and groaning out-loud. This was my mental hygiene hypothesis!

“Many parents will do anything to avoid having their kids experience even mild discomfort, anxiety, or disappointment...with the result that when, as adults, they experience the normal frustrations of life, they think something must be terribly wrong.”

It excited me that someone who’s been practicing (psychotherapy and mothering) longer than I have was thinking near-identical thoughts. This was a truly wonderful article, one of those that you pass along to all your friends and colleagues.

Gottlieb introduced a helpful question I had not yet considered: When thinking about why parents protect their children from emotional pain, we have to ask the hard question of who are they most trying to protect––the child or themselves? For me personally, it is infinitely more painful for me to watch my child climb a massive twisty ladder at the playground than it is for her to climb it. The chance of me experiencing fear while watching her climb: 100%. The chance of her falling off: probably 10% or less.

So is there any solution for this mental hygiene problem? How do we help ourselves and others become resilient, healthy copers? How do we become people who conquer difficult situations instead of running away or avoiding them altogether?

Here are some of my thoughts. And these three points build on each other...

  1. We have to get our hands dirty.
    For instance, with the playground scenario I just listed above, how can I get psychologically “dirty” even when I imagine my kids will get fatally injured (and probably won’t)? I have a friend who says, “Your kids are going to do things that terrify you whether or not you watch, so you might as well close your eyes.” Too true. Instead of letting my anxiety stop my kids from learning how to be proficient climbers (and therefore much safer overall), I need to bite the bullet. The mind bullet, that is. I need to make myself okay with this, do some good self-talk (“She probably won’t fall…”), and then tell her she’s awesome when she gets to the top.
     
  2. We have to let our kids get their hands dirty.
    Doing work on point one makes point two easier. I am obviously not saying we should create scenarios that cause our children pain to "toughen them up." (That's called abuse.) Life naturally offers plenty of difficulty. We don't need to make opportunities for our kids to struggle, we just need to stop stopping them. Here’s an excerpt from Gottlieb’s article that helps us understand this point…
    "Consider a toddler who’s running in the park and trips on a rock, Paul Bohn says. Some parents swoop in immediately, pick up the toddler, and comfort her in that moment of shock, before she even starts crying. But, Bohn explains, this actually prevents her from feeling secure—not just on the playground, but in life. If you don’t let her experience that momentary confusion, give her the space to figure out what just happened (Oh, I tripped), and then briefly let her grapple with the frustration of having fallen and perhaps even try to pick herself up, she has no idea what discomfort feels like, and will have no framework for how to recover when she feels discomfort later in life. These toddlers become the college kids who text their parents with an SOS if the slightest thing goes wrong, instead of attempting to figure out how to deal with it themselves. If, on the other hand, the child trips on the rock, and the parents let her try to reorient for a second before going over to comfort her, the child learns: That was scary for a second, but I’m okay now. If something unpleasant happens, I can get through it. In many cases, Bohn says, the child recovers fine on her own—but parents never learn this, because they’re too busy protecting their kid when she doesn’t need protection.”
    `Nuff said. Still, easier said than done. But important!
     
  3. When we talk about difficult experiences with others, it helps us integrate our ability to overcome them.
    A really helpful book that has taught me about this point is The Whole-Brain Child by Daniel Siegel & Tina Payne Bryson. This book is not just about children it’s about every human, since we are all––as the poet John O’Donohue once said––“ex-babies.” All of our minds have developed certain ways whether we like it or not. This book helps us understand methods for healthy development which leads to greater integration between our thoughts & feelings. That’s just a long way of saying, Talking about our thoughts and feelings when something bad happens to us makes us stronger, healthier people. Despite some people’s belief, a hurting child who is told, “Don’t cry, you’re fine!” or “Get used to it, this is what life feels like” does not, in fact, become stronger. This may be an uncomfortable lesson to learn if you yourself are not familiar with talking about your feelings, but I can tell you from experience it is a very worthwhile one.

Food for further thought: Think honestly about some of the ways you protect yourself and/or others from struggle. In what ways has struggle taught you about your substance/strength and made you the person that you are today? What is one way you can face struggle in a healthier way today?

The Best Four Dollars I Ever Spent (Twice)

On a cold rainy night my sophomore year of college, my roommate was out of town. I decided to be my best introvert-self so I headed to the video store in search of a good story. This particular video store had a bin near the front that was full of old discounted VHS movies they didn't see fit to rent out anymore. This was always my go-to spot, and I went digging.

There were some really terrible movies in that bin, like the kind of movies that are not quite bad enough to fulfill the so-bad-it's-good movie requirements, but bad enough that you wonder who in their right mind would fund its production. But that night the bargain bin had a treasure for me: Good Will Hunting, $4.00. I hadn't seen it before, and it was only a dollar more to buy this copy than to rent it. So I headed out with my new movie in hand.

I don't remember the exact details of what happened inside me after I pressed play, except that some thoughts like these that ran through my head: "Why aren't more people like this Sean Maguire character?" (played by Robin Williams), and "I bet doctoral degrees cost a fortune," and "How on earth did a couple of 20-something-year-olds write this??"

Though I remember those thoughts being fast and fleeting, I remember one thing very clearly: that was the night I decided I wanted to pursue being a counselor.

For lots of reasons too personal to mention here, it took me ten years to get my masters in Professional Counseling, but every job I've ever done since that moment has included some form of walking alongside people in a lot of pain. Arguably, the innate gifts needed to be a counselor lie within a person, but meaningful stories like Good Will Hunting can awaken such gifts in a person and open our eyes to new desires and aspirations. (In my mind, this is one of the purposes of story-telling.)

I remember this film revealing to me some of the differences between popular mental health/person care and quality mental health/person care. This was pretty big considering when the story was written, the mental health field was just beginning to shed its stigmas. The subtle commentary made by this film about the importance of the quality of care may have even helped the field of counseling become what it is today. Who knows.

I also remember this film busting a myth for me. It made me realize therapists don't have special powers, they are not superhuman. Quite the opposite in fact.

One essential quality of a "good" therapist or helper is a clear awareness of one's own strengths & limitations without being more focused on these things than he/she is on the person directly in front of them.

A "good" therapist isn't using the person he is helping to make him feel good about himself or good at his job. When I heard Curt Thompson (a deeply dear and wise helper) speak in Philadelphia last Spring, he invited us to ask ourselves this question: Do you ever unconsciously categorize a therapy session as a “good session" simply because it makes you feel like a good therapist? (Ouch. But also, thank you.) This is a lesson well-taught in Good Will Hunting. The main character, Will, cycles through several "shrinks" before meeting one who cares more about Will than he does about feeling like a good therapist.

Fast forward several years.

Last Monday (quite poignantly, a day before the one year anniversary of Robin Williams's death) I was running errands and came across my old friend, the video bargain bin. I went digging. And before I knew it I had a DVD in my hand and I was headed for the register with a smile that must have made it look like I just heard an inside joke.

Good Will Hunting, $4.00.

How does anyone get this lucky TWICE in a lifetime?!, I asked myself. That night my husband and I watched it, and I realized that I appreciate this film more every time I watch it. I also pondered just how ahead of its time it was. And how ahead of my time it was, and how surprisingly formative it's been in making me the therapist I am today.

I may not have realized this as a sophomore in college, but when I watched this film it may have been the first time I realized (before I even really realized) how much being a good listener and helper requires a total revamping of one's measuring stick for and definition of “success.”

Have you ever stopped to consider what may be happening in moments where there is what we may call deafening silence? At least in the Western world, we seem to be programmed to automatically believe that nothing is happening when there is no sound or motion. It makes people feel awkward and compels them to fill the silence, perhaps believing silence and stillness is a waste of time. I disagree with that, however.

What if, in the midst of silence, an internal something that is far bigger and more important than any external counterpart is occurring?

In the film, Will and Sean (his "shrink") have at least two sessions where literally no words are spoken. Does this have any value or is this a huge waste of time and money? I think we're inclined to say, "This is a waste. No progress is being made." This story, however, gives a very realistic example of the power of silence. These dead-silent sessions end up being crucial moments where the therapist earns Will's trust. The movie never comes out and says this explicitly, but I think when Will’s therapist shows him he can handle the silence, he also shows Will that he can handle a lot of other things that normally make people uncomfortable.

Sean, the therapist, chooses the person over an attempt to have something clear to “show” by the end of session. This builds a bridge between them that leads to actual change instead of just “results.”

Now, I know this is just a story, and one story at that. But it’s a really good story. And I can now say after many years of experience with people, it's actually pretty realistic. If you are a therapist, a social worker, a professor, a helper of any kind, please watch this movie again and again. You will see new things each time. It will open up new hidden things in you, I would bravely bet. And if nothing else, you will get a taste of what good listening looks like.


Food for further thought: If you are in a helping profession, what are some barriers for you as you seek to find balance between empirically-sound care for people and the kind of care that can’t necessarily be measured in an hour? Who helps keep you in balance?

100 Day Project, Here I Come

A few days ago I stumbled upon a Medium post on something fun called the 100 Day Project. It came to me like a beam of light in the darkness--in the midst of my post-Rwanda adjustment period. It comes to me as a gift because of the length of time it requires. 100 days. This is how long the 1994 Rwandan Genocide took place. 1,000,000 lives lost in 100 days.

a morning view from one of the guest houses at which we stayed last week (Copyright Heather Drew 2015) 

a morning view from one of the guest houses at which we stayed last week (Copyright Heather Drew 2015) 

For two decades now, the mourning period occurs during those same 100 days each year. This period of time is very important for those who survived. It is a time and space for deeper memorializing and feeling​, grieving and paying honor.

The 100 days of mourning mean something very different to me. It is perhaps a second degree grief. I mourn with and for those who I love in Rwanda who still remember everything. I consider my friends and colleagues in Rwanda some of the most courageous people in the world.​

As I considered what to do for my personal 100 Day Project​, I knew I wanted to make it about Rwanda since I am fresh off my most recent trip there. And what better way to process this learning experience I've just had than to take 100 days (so appropriate it's almost palpable) and every day document one brief lesson I have learned from the Land of a Thousand Hills and friends there who serve as my teachers.

photo courtesty of The Great Discontent, where I first discovered the 100 Day Project

photo courtesty of The Great Discontent, where I first discovered the 100 Day Project

So without further ado, I bring to you 100 days of "Lessons I've Learned from Rwanda." One lesson per day​ starting August 1, 2015 (tomorrow) and ending November 9, 2015.

I hope you'll journey and process with me, however that looks. I'll be posting each day's entry/lesson on my Twitter account (@hlhdrew) with the hashtag #100daysofRwanda, then will highlight a few per month here on my blog, maybe ellaborating on them a bit.

If you plan to come with me for this process, thank you. I am grateful for the space to do this in a creative, special way and look forward to sharing it with you.

The Giant Trapped Inside a Seed

There's a song I love by the songwriter Yael Naïm called "Far Far." Part of the song lyrics go like this:

Far, far, there's this little girl
She was praying for something good to happen to her
From time to time there are colors and shapes
Dazzling her eyes, tickling her hands
They invent her a new world with
Oil skies and aquarel rivers
But don't you run away already
Please don't go

How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess inside...
Take a deep breath and dive
There's a beautiful mess
A beautiful mess inside...
I guess I'll have to give it birth
to give it birth...

There's a beautiful mess inside and it's everywhere
So shake it yourself now deep inside
Deeper than you ever dared
Deeper than you ever dared
There's a beautiful mess inside
Beautiful mess inside

I occasionally listen to this song and, in addition to it's hauntingly beautiful melody, I let those lyrics sit with me for a bit. I have always been a creative person, which makes me feel already close to this girl in the song who utilizes beauty to soothe her. But this bit about giving birth to what's inside...that's really got me thinking.

I recently read a book called The Drama of the Gifted Child by Alice Miller, a Psychologist who has a lot of experience working with clients who come from difficult and abusive childhoods. This book isn't about gifted children the way we typically think of "gifted children." The gift she's writing about is adaptation of the self for survival. Three of the primary needs of a child are food, shelter, and love – the third essentially equal to the first two. Even as children, humans are very adaptable. If a child needs love, but isn't getting love, the child adapts - making himself/herself "more lovable" (or less ignorable). It's a survival tool. And it works. For a little while at least. Miller's book is kind of the pair of glasses through which Westerners can examine this process, how it impacted them, and what changes they want to make as adults. It's a very powerful pair of glasses. I definitely recommend the book. (But read it with a friend if you're feeling fragile!) So what does this have to do with giving birth to things inside us, like the song talks about?

When a child doesn't have a choice but to adapt her true self to be more "convenient" for people (that's Miller's word, not mine) and thus "more lovable," that true self is wrapped in layers of "false self" characteristics, mannerisms, behaviors, etc. Even the child's appearance might adapt to be more "lovable." But no matter how many layers cover that true-self child, it's still in there. And I think each person has a choice whether or not to give that child a voice later in life.

Is it scary? Oh yes. Will that child-self be needy and clingy? Almost definitely. Will we recoil from this self when we see its less "convenient" qualities we've hidden for so long?  We've been trained to. But...taking a deep breath, diving into what feels like a mess, refusing to stay outside – it gives birth to that child that so deserves to speak and so deeply deserves to be loved.

Have you ever heard about those controlled forest fires? Highly skilled forest fire workers start intentional, controlled fires - the purpose of which is to burn off the things in forests that inhibit the birth of new things. "Controlled burning stimulates the germination of desirable forest trees, thus renewing the entire forest...Some seeds, such as sequoia, remain dormant until fire breaks down the seed coating" (sciencedaily.com). 

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Is there anything dormant inside you that wants to give birth? A something so amazing that, if born, it could renew your perspective on life? Maybe it's a something that you've had to hide or chosen to hide so you appear more "convenient" to people, but letting it see the light of day - letting it feel love in community with others - would make it less ugly, even grow in beauty. What's really under that self you choose to present to everyone? Something incredible? If you've ever seen a sequoia, use that as your image. This truly awesome, breathtaking tree can't even begin to grow if it isn't for a controlled burn, a diving in, a giving birth that hurts.

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If this resonates something inside you, don't try to dive into this alone. I know I'm biased, but I highly recommend this kind of self work be done with an objective, caring, professional counselor. It might be incredibly painful. And it might be completely worth it. That giant sequoia has to start somewhere.

To listen to Yael Naïm's song "Far, Far," click this link.

Words We Can't Use When Talking About Suicide

On Tuesday while I was at a doctor’s appointment a health professional asked me what I do for a living. I told her I am a mental health counselor. I was pretty surprised that the very first thing she said then was, “Wow. (pause) Man, I knew Robin Williams struggled with drug problems, but I didn’t know he was also crazy...” Crazy?! Are we really still using that word? Even medical professionals? WHEW. I could not restrain my large, eye-popping reaction at first, but quickly composed my face so I could follow up a little more delicately. “It sounds like you’ve never been close to someone who’s openly struggled with depression or committed suicide.” That was the best middle-of-the-road answer I could come up with under such appalling circumstances.

Robin Williams in "Good Morning Vietnam"

I know it’s only the first week, but it breaks my heart that the first thing that pops up in a search engine when I start typing Mr Williams’s name is “Are you searching for... ‘Robin Williams suicide’?” The sad reality is that, for a time yet, the circumstances of his death is what people will first think of when they hear his name. Not his incredible, kinetic comedy brilliance. Not his passion and depth of heart. Not his moving performances. Not even that he struggled with gripping depression. My hope is, however, that we will force ourselves to remember these other things as who he really was.

People who commit suicide are in an amount of pain that can only be described as living hell, I think. Or maybe that description isn’t strong enough. Some other words that come to mind: Trapped. Already dead. Darkness. Alone. Judged. I was so refreshed to read one article in the Huffington Post (amidst the many damaging posts out there this week) that I felt did suicide some justice. Thank you, Katie Hurley, for writing this. Her article is called “There’s Nothing Selfish About Suicide,” and it's immediately obvious in her article that she is a suicide survivor – meaning, someone close to her committed suicide.  She shares some of her own experience of and wisdom about suicide and does so with both truth and practicality. Here's an excerpt:

People who say that suicide is selfish always reference the survivors. It's selfish to leave children, spouses and other family members behind, so they say. They're not thinking about the survivors, or so they would have us believe. What they don't know is that those very loved ones are the reason many people hang on for just one more day. They do think about the survivors, probably up until the very last moment in many cases. But the soul-crushing depression that envelops them leaves them feeling like there is no alternative. Like the only way to get out is to opt out. And that is a devastating thought to endure. [...] Until you've stared down that level of depression, until you've lost your soul to a sea of emptiness and darkness... you don't get to make those judgments. You might not understand it, and you are certainly entitled to your own feelings, but making those judgments and spreading that kind of negativity won't help the next person. In fact, it will only hurt others.

Hurley’s article made me ponder why we sometimes allow ourselves to judge extremely heavy things such as suicide (especially when we have little to no experience with them) instead of letting them sober us as they should. I want to keep considering what these reasons might be, but I think one might be this: It makes us feel safer to judge things like suicide and depression than to think even for one second we could ever suffer under that level of dark heaviness. Judgement gives us false power and the illusion that we’re above things that we, in fact, never could be. We’ve fallen too far from the understanding the statement, “There, but for the grace of God, go I.”

Judgment is not a healing balm, nor will it allow us to move forward as co-humans, blood brothers, a kind of community. And as a community of co-humans it might make much more sense to at least try to have fewer judgments for each other and, instead, more common enemies (i.e., depression, addiction, any form of prejudice, hatred, oppression, etc). Because, let's be honest: underneath it all, we’re the same. I don't have any more "right" to be outside the clutches of life-threatening depression any more than I have the "right" to not get cancer. I can do everything in my power to try to stay healthy, but some things aren't in my power and that doesn't make me better than a person who is struggling with depression.

Hurley’s Huffington Post article ends with some inspiring and simple advice. “You can help,” she writes. (I’m going to paste excerpts here in case you never read the article!) Here are a few ways ANYONE can help (emphasis below, mine):

Know the warning signs for suicide. 50-75% of people who attempt suicide will tell someone about their intention. Listen when people talk. Make eye contact. Convey empathy. And for the love of people everywhere, put down that ridiculous not-so-SmartPhone and be human.

Check in on friends struggling with depression. Even if they don't answer the phone or come to the door, make an effort to let them know that you are there. Friendship isn't about saving lost souls; friendship is about listening and being present.

Reach out to survivors of suicide. Practice using the words "suicide" and "depression" so that they roll off the tongue as easily as "unicorns" and "bubble gum." Listen as they tell their stories. Hold their hands. Be kind with their hearts. And hug them every single time.

Encourage help. Learn about the resources in your area so that you can help friends and loved ones in need. Don't be afraid to check in over and over again. Don't be afraid to convey your concern. One human connection can make a big difference in the life of someone struggling with mental illness and/or survivor's guilt.

30,000 people commit suicide in the United States each year. 750,000 people attempt suicide. It's time to raise awareness, increase empathy and kindness, and bring those numbers down.


Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-273-8255 for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.

The Importance of Bearing Witness: Why Telling & Listening Matter

Three weeks ago today I left Rwanda to come home. Last night was the very first time since then that I haven’t dreamed about Rwanda – the faces, the stories, the children, my team’s experience there. After dreaming about it every night for 21 days, I felt surprised when I woke up. Surprised and a little sad, actually.

Rwandan girls telling stories through traditional dance

Rwanda is full of storytelling or stories waiting to be told. This is a prevalent theme that remains from our time there. There was so much remarkable courage present, which is always required to tell stories of pain and loss. These story-tellings do many things to and for both the teller and the listener. The storyteller is re-exposes emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and even physically to the experience being described, but in that exposure healing usually comes. For the story-hearer, it’s a chance to bear witness to something that gives meaning to a fellow human, a chance to experience a survivor telling the story, and much more than that. Bearing witness is important because it means listening well without judgment, and in doing so offering dignity and value to the story and the person. We can bear witness via photographs, blogging (eh-hem), testimony, painting, music, poetry . . . anything really.

I’ve considered my 21 days of dreaming an unexpected form of bearing witness. Many people who told me their stories literally asked me, “Will you please carry my story to people in the US? Will you tell it to others for me?” Of course I will. The stories were meant to be told, and I can’t keep them inside. And this request makes me think deeply about what happens when we tell stories to one another, when one person tells and another bears witness. What makes it so incredibly powerful?

The first time I ever heard the phrase “bearing witness” was when I pored over the must-read memoir of Viktor Frankl’s life at Auschwitz, Man’s Search for Meaning. I read it when I was in high school and wrote down my favorite quotes from the book in my journal at the time, which I painstakingly dug up for this post. (It probably would have been faster to just re-read the book, especially because I didn’t note page numbers, of course.) Here are some of Frankl’s words that my adolescent self copied down:

But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer ... To draw an analogy: a man's suffering is similar to the behavior of a gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the “size” of human suffering is absolutely relative.

As mysterious as it is, suffering is important. Telling stories of and bearing witness to suffering is equally (if not more so) important. Many of us are champions of qualifying our pain, comparing our stories to the stories of others. But the fact is this: pain is pain. It fills us, it has power, it changes us, and like Viktor Frankl asserts in his story, we have the choice to let it overpower us or the choice to find the courage to tell, which somehow gives it all new meaning. This was the most powerful part of my experience in Rwanda: the courage people had to tell their stories and the privilege we had of taking them in and carrying them with our Rwandese brothers and sisters.

One of my favorite verses in the Bible has always been Proverbs 31:8 which says, “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.” A long time ago this concept sent me on a mission – the fullness of which I’m realizing more every day now. And I know that part of my mission is to keep carrying and telling the stories of the brave people of Rwanda, and every human I meet who finds the courage to tell.

Americans Who Tell the Truth

My lovely friend Kristyn Komarnicki, editor of PRISM Magazine, published an article back in December on a under-celebrated project by an artist called Robert Shetterly. This project (entitled "Americans Who Tell the Truth: Models of Courageous Citizens") is an artistic celebration of the world's "more obscure" heroes, people who may go less noticed by our media, but do not go unnoticed by those whose lives they change. Click the words of this sentence to read Kristyn's interview to get a fuller picture (as it were) of this project's greatness.

photo from http://www.americanswhotellthetruth.org

photo from http://www.americanswhotellthetruth.org

My favorite featured hero in Shetterly's collection is a woman named Lily Yeh. Yeh emigrated to Philadelphia from China in her 20's to study art in UPenn's Graduate School of Fine Arts then held a professorship at Philadelphia's University of the Arts for 30 years. But this isn't why I love her. This is:

In 1986, Lily Yeh was asked by Arthur Hall, founder of the Afro-American Dance Ensemble, to create a park in the abandoned lot next to his studio in North Philadelphia. She transformed the lot into an art park with mosaic murals and sculpted trees. The park was the beginning of The Village of Arts and Humanities, which was co-founded by Yeh in 1989. Lily, along with neighborhood residents and staff members, transformed more than 120 other lots into gardens and parks. They have also renovated vacant homes, creating art workshops, a youth theater, and educational programs. In 2004, Yeh left the Village of Arts and Humanities to pursue other work internationally. 

In 2003, Lily Yeh founded the non-profit organization Barefoot Artists Inc. Using the same concept and model used in Philadelphia, the Barefoot Artists works to train and empower local residents, organize communities, and take action to use the power of art to transform impoverished communities. Recently, Yeh has worked on projects in 10 countries including Rwanda, Kenya, Ecuador, and her home country of China.


As a part of the Barefoot Artists Inc, Lily Yeh founded the Rwanda Healing Project. This project is working with children, using art in communities to bring peace in villages that have experienced the genocide and civil war. She designed the Rugerero Genocide Memorial Monument Park in 2004 and it was built in 2005 with help from hundreds of local villagers. (Wikipedia)

One day I hope I get to meet Lily Yeh. She promotes healing through art & beauty in two places my heart also loves deeply: North Philadelphia & Rwanda. It's amazing to think we work together, even though we've never met. But she's a hero, and I'd love to hug her and tell her, "Thank you."

And a big thank you to Robert Shetterly – from the bottom of my heart – for singing her song and the stories of many unsung heroes of this world with this beautiful project.