The weekend before my mom died, I attended a silent meditation retreat. (Not yet knowing of mom's illness, I set an intention: bring loving-presence and compassion wherever I go. This intention serves me daily.) On the retreat-center wall was a quote from Pema Chodron: "We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy."
I'm not okay: I'm sad, vulnerable, exhausted, and raw. But I am okay: I'm awake, loving, present, and true. I can hold both of these at the same time: being okay and being not okay. I've told friends I'm riding the waves of grief, but really I'm riding the waves of life. When grief ebbs, life still provides new waves, each with its own impact. I want to allow for it all. Yet some days I resist, and in the resistance judgment appears (self-judgment, most especially). Then I remember to be gentle. To cradle myself in my own arms; to sing myself a lullaby.
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Thank you so much for sharing. This post describes exactly how I am feeling, due to a different situation. Your words always help me: they make me feel understood and less alone in this world. Warm hug to you!
ReplyDeleteElke, I'm glad my words help you. Your words help me, too. :) I think sharing--especially when we experience difficulty--connects us in beautiful ways.
DeletePS: Pema Chodron is such a wise woman, isn't she? Her insights make me see with a different eye ...
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