I’m in the hard holding space.
The painful, restless, unknowing place of trying to hold more than a human heart is capable of holding without knowing how anything is going to turn out.
The in between space, waiting for each next breath, each next step, having faith that healing can happen, that peace is possible. The world feels so heavy and full of darkness right now. I grieve over the war and suffering in the world, I grieve with my fellow countrymen, over the unthinkable and compounding acts of violence and what it means for the future of our children and our planet.
Helplessness. Rage. Grief.
My partnership has been in its own stage of painful metamorphosis. Kind of like how the caterpillar in the cocoon has to completely dissolve before it can change form… you really want to believe it’s going to be reborn into a beautiful butterfly, but for awhile its such indistinguishable mush. Sometimes your faith can’t help but waver somewhat. I mean, it just looks like mush. It feels like a mess. From your limited human perspective, it doesn’t look promising. From the outside, things look impossible. Except that something tells you “Hold on. You don’t have all the information.” And you have lived long enough now and seen enough miracles to know that they are always happening.
It’s been a hard waiting. It’s been a good while now. Breathing, believing. Praying. And waiting.
There should be a meme out there that just says “Sometimes things are just shitty.” Because that’s the truth of life. It isn’t being “negative”. Actually it feels quite liberating when you remember that it’s normal for things to suck for awhile, maybe sometimes for a long while. Then they get better. Then they suck again. And then it’s wonderful. And then there’s pain again. And not everything hard is necessarily something that has to be (or can be) fixed, at least not in the moment. Like the world right now.
I’m going to make that meme. And I’ll post it in response to every person on social media who claims that if things suck its because you just aren’t “vibrating” high enough. Gotta love that “love & light” bypassing. Ain’t no amount of high vibes gonna let us side step the purging and purification we must go through both collective and personally. There is a necessary part of enlightenment and healing that hurts like a bitch.
Speaking with a few different friends this past week, it seems a lot of us are cycling through a pattern of feeling totally overwhelmed and checking out. I know that’s been true for me. Because it’s just. too. much.
Last week, I had to log off social media and the news feed for several days. When I came back on, I read first about Colorado and then about San Bernadino. What is happening? And what, oh what, are we to do about it?
To be awake, to be alive is to feel the darkness of the world, the heaviness when it comes, but to be of service to the world is not let ourselves be swallowed up by it. So I teeter back and forth, trying to find my balance when one after another these blows keep coming. We can choose gratitude – and can I tell you how my heart is swelled in gratitude these past weeks?? – We can focus on the positive, we can seek beauty for I have learned that there is always, always something beautiful happening…
But we can also learn to sit with sorrow when sorrow is warranted, rage when rage is due, grief where heartbreak is demanded. This is what it means to be fully awake, we can’t choose to be selectively conscious. It is the juxtaposition of feeling these simultaneous polarities. We don’t turn our backs on one or the other, we don’t go back to sleep. It is the seemingly impossible task of learning to hold them both, the light and the dark. To find stillness in the churning sea. In the face of a tidal wave that threatens to wash away everything we know and to still believe that whatever the storm takes or leaves in its wake, we will go on. We will still look for love.
Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor, neuroanatomist (that’s really a thing), author and stroke survivor (listen to her TED talk here) has said that it actually takes less than 90 seconds for an emotion to get triggered within the body, peak, dissipate and disappear. So anything more than 90 seconds it caused by our thoughts about the emotion. We feel fear, we instantly create a story about why we are afraid and what ifs and how the world is unsafe and we feel out of control, which creates more fearful emotions.
Feelings create thoughts, thoughts create feelings. These become the constructs of our reality.
This simple concept feel especially empowering to me right now. I can breathe through 90 seconds. Hell, I breathed through 22 hours of labor contractions and I learned you don’t waste that sweet spot in between – you take any tiny respite you can.
Breath by breath.
Glennon Melton, of Momastery (whom I adore and if by any possible circumstance you are not familiar with her, her blog or her work, please give yourself the huge gift of introducing yourself) gives these instructions on how to respond to global trauma:
“1. BE STILL. Feel it. Listen. Pray. There is a word in my holy text: Selah. Selah means holy pause. The Selah is the space between what happens to us and how we respond to what happens to us. When we don’t take a Selah—we tend to respond from fear. Fear is never a powerful or transformational launching pad.
2. HERE I AM. This is the action after the stillness. This is when we feel centered enough in love to be fairly certain that our reaction will bring light instead of more darkness. We are ready. Love is our launching pad.
Stillness without action is not compassion. It’s more like pity. Compassion means your pain into my heart and back out through my hands. Action without stillness can’t be trusted. It has no wisdom, no steadiness, no plan. It’s reckless. It’s oil on a fire.”
Let’s look for beauty. Let’s find a little patch of the natural world and sit in it; by a rock or a stream, beneath a tree or prostate on the Earth. She is very absorbent, She can hold all of it.
Let’s tune out when we need to. Let’s do the things we love with people we love. Let’s do the things we love by ourselves. Let’s look around for someone who needs help and offer what we can for service to others is a great healing balm for the human heart. Let’s stay awake.
And let’s pray, pray, pray. (Or dance, or sing, make art or do what you do.)
Ask ourselves, “what is the next right thing?” and do it.
Here ya go 🙂
(For more good stuff read here: “What would happen if we let people be broken sometimes?” by renegademama.)
Carry on soldier.
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