گزارش: هنردرمانی محیطی ؛ استعاره ها در زمینه

The late afternoon clouds of summer moved in. Like clay, they molded themselves into various forms of fibrous abstract shapes. The long wild grass blew gently back and forth in the mild wind. The clouds and the grass, like a form of protection, created a shield from the naked sky above and the fertile ground below. It hid the surprises we might find. But like pioneers or scientists on an archeological dig, onward we went in search of the past and possible indications of the future. Wild dogs lurked in the distance, many of them maimed but still able to survive. There before us was a slight rise in the flat terrain. We did not hesitate to traipse towards this mystery hill. Had we been journeying across the western plains or on safari in Southern Africa you might say, “How exciting!”. But we were on another scavenger hunt in a vacant lot in East New York, Brooklyn. “Hey Jean, did you hear about the lady who was found dead last week wrapped up in a rug in this lot?” said Michelle, one of my clients. “No,” I said with a tone encompassing many thoughts and emotions. “I knew her,” Michelle said as she pulled up a large piece of metal from under the ground. “Hey! Look what I found! Should we keep it?” She asked with an excited chuckle in her voice. “Can you use it?” I asked. Hesitation. “Yeah, yeah … ummm—hey, I have an idea!”