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Unleashing the End!

The end of the first work cycle of IamResilience- five weeks from 26th May to 27th June- and due to begin again from Monday 28th July for another five weeks. There’s so much to say, and yet, as I sit surrounded by my case notes and archive of photographs and film recordings, I can only feel the tiredness piled from weeks of Go-go-go! This blogpost isn’t an overview of…

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A dance

This week has seen the IamResience project work settle into mini-routines and rituals, as workers and camp residents alike have grown more accustomed to one another, and we continue to find ways of working with one another. The children know which sessions they belong to, gathering into groups of three with relative ease: the two original groups of 7-9 and 10-12 years, and we have also incorporated the…

Baby steps…

Last week saw our first set of workshops for IamResilience, and the word I opened by first day’s notes with was: chaos! The main issue we have contended with at the camp has been the lack of a sufficient space to run the creative-therapeutic sessions in. We are working on the second floor of a semi-built house, in a ‘room’ with no doors or windows. On two occasions,…

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Two-way Resilience

Since my arrival into Beirut, I have had two site visits to the Syrian refugee camp in the south (between Saida and Sur/ Tire and Sidon) and some major ‘tweaks’ to the current project plan. Feeling positive and excited to start workshops this Monday, though with bouts of on-the-ground reality, I’ve had moments of doubt. Recalling historian Lesley Hazelton‘s TED talk, on the doubt essential to faith (be it…

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a different seedling

I can’t say that setting-up Meryna has not been a lifetime dream. I worked freelance for different organisations, on projects that relate to most of Meryna’s Guiding Objectives, with no ambitions to set-up an organisation of any kind. I’m not a natural leader (whatever that might mean!), coordinator or even, administrator- there’s a drama every year with my own dreaded Tax Return form, which I blame on a…