Healing Stories
All of Us Have a Story to Tell
These personal accounts provide a source of inspiration and hope to others. If you would like to share your own healing story, please submit to Healing Hamlet.
Sabbatical
I didn’t know exactly what to expect of Healing Hamlet, but I did understand the value of art and healing in my own life. This project has always felt bigger than me, because it is. Seventeen months ago, Healing Hamlet launched with its first post: an interview of my very talented artist friend, …
When Sami Yusuf Came to Town
Neena Maiya When Mr. Sulaiman from Jordan play he pipe and the band join in – two musicians from Liverpool, a’ Egyptian beatin’ drums with he hands, a German drummer, and a German guitarist – I thought about children in a’ open-land, running wild and free. Me an’ Bhoy, assistant to Fazal (gardener-tree-trimmer-grass-cutter), …
White Elephants, Orange Plastic Cats
Mary Witzl She was almost past our house when she suddenly stopped and stared. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and as she moved towards our table of rejects, I could see the longing in her eyes. My mother had a keen wit, a love of good books, reading, languages, …
I Have No Reasons to Despair
Sabine And another thing: Stop turning to face and talk to each other when one of you is driving. Keep your eyes on the road. I have no reasons to despair. I don’t even have any problems, at least no serious ones. I am presently not afraid of death despite the …
While the Sun Checks her Make-Up
Dale Favier A pause, while the sun gathers her courage to climb up over the hill. She’s packed her lunch and taken her meds, and she has her to-do list sketched out, but there’s always that little pause before throwing herself into the day. God knows what all these things mean to all …
To the Women in my Life on Valentine’s Day
Anita Sheridan Price We work, drive kids around, fix dinners, do laundry, care for aging parents, make time for spouses, volunteer, nurture and create. How often do we step back and say, “I made a difference today. The world is a better place because of me.”? Some years ago I was in the …
Robbed
Xtin I’d never really believed we could find one at all, these clever, teddy-eyed, bauble-shaped puffs of feathers with red dickies that stood on snowy festive fence-posts and showed Mary the key to the secret garden. I came to England and suddenly it was all about the birds. That can’t be all, …
Smashing Ice
Janine Debaise He grinned and began throwing the chunks of ice. They smashed against the rock with a satisfying sound that echoed throughout the valley. After a few minutes, I took a second pair of gloves out of my camera bag and joined him… “Maybe you can help him look …
Zoe
Jeanine Stewart I sat there in that corner and watched her and how seamless her process was and how there was an air of play about it and how she didn’t seem to be thinking at all. She was just doing without worrying about the end result. She was loving the process itself. …
Lifting
Pop Culture Librarian I felt frustrated for feeling so sad, for not being able to live in the gratitude of it and feel thankful after he died. I wanted to think “thank you, thank you, thank you for that love”… To me, grief is like a fog. For the past six months, …