On this grey morning
All seems bleak
All seems dead
Bare branches encased in ice
A slurry of snow coating the earth
Treacherous and slick
Hiding the hard ground
Life seems to have turned on itself
Some retreat and are able to stay inside
Cozy and warm though resentful
Others who have nowhere to go
Are battered
Burying hope
As the Earth is now buried
Such conditions we are all in
Winter is here in its fullness
But look deep
It has more to share
Its song crunches beneath feet
Crackles on branches in the shifting wind
Glistens in translucent magic
Highlighting the shapes and forms of tree limbs, bushes, evergreens
The wonder of icicles drip from everything
Cable wires, gutters and the bottoms of cars
Cold bites the face and tingles fingers and toes
Telling us
I’m here
Don’t run
Feel this too
There’s nowhere else to be
Embrace me too in this season of your life
Take care and stay warm of course
You’ll die otherwise
But don’t hate me
For I am this life too
It’s easy to rail against me
To be worried and afraid
When all seems harsh and unfair
Remember the seeming ease of other seasons
When life appeared abundant
Welcoming
Even then you needed to find your way
You still needed to be free
That hasn’t changed
Just the season
The weather
The conditions that await you
As you live day by day
Find ways to dance and smile
To love and sing
To wonder and connect
To help and get help
To tell your story and to listen to others
To build what is needed
Take down or let rot what is not
Look deep today and you’ll find the warmth you seek
Even in this season of the grey
Liberation
Sometimes my heart expands
Sometimes my heart expands
With each breath
And I find my face
Soft and smiling
As this delicate and precious life
Leaves me speechless
And then
A leader’s palm thrust into the air
Honoring hatred and oppression
Severing any pretense of sanity
And welcoming fascism
As power was passed from one president to another
Policies rip through the country
Fear and despair in its wake
Unraveling the few structures of support
That this country was begrudgingly forced to make
To benefit all people
The sacred holds me closer
Wrapping me in its depth
Reminding my being of the expansiveness of this existence
Its beauty
Its wonder
Fortifying but not numbing me
To the horrors
Of crisis after crisis
Of tyrants
War
Rape
Abuse
Suffering
I will not lose sight of the Light
Even as hands slice through my heart
Saluting the Dark
Let us return to being curious about this life
Let us return to being curious about this life
Let us touch our hearts waiting patient and loving
Let us listen to the trees
to the birds
to the silence
Let us find our way home
Watch the squirrels
Follow the flight of the bluejay
Hear the calling of the crows
Feel the soft moss making a seat for you on the hard stone
Feel your face soften and the mask slowly slipping away
Take courage
Let it go
Someday, I will stop longing to belong
Someday, I will stop longing to belong
Someday, I will stop thinking that I don't
Someday, my mixedness will make me feel whole
Someday, I will really trust my experiences of the sacred
Someday, I will not feel small
Someday, I will trust that I have nothing to prove
Someday, I will feel enough
Someday, I will more easily allow myself to rest
Someday, I will trust the lasting presence of the sweet voice of creation even in the moments when I dont hear it
Someday, I will not judge myself so harshly
Someday, I will feel full and bright
Someday, someday will be now
Someday, they will have all happened, or not
Someday, they will not matter
Someday, I will die
We are the holders of hope
We are the holders of hope
Not imagined and wishful
Not ephemeral or wistful
We hold in our hearts the reality and wonder of life
The beauty and treasure that is here
Every moment
Every breath
We know this
Just as we know its opposite
The places of fear and despair
Of violence and suffering
Of hopelessness
We have lived with such emptiness
We have touched the terror of the deep dark
We understand its cultivation by the very society we have been raised in
And yet we are still committed to being here
In this life
With this life
We know this precious life is stronger
Softer and stronger
Tender and stronger
Brighter and stronger
More powerful and expansive than the tiny world created by those who would try and blind us
By those who would like us to forget
We know the light of the sun of the day and the stars at night
We know the light of our heart and our spirit
The light that guides through the deep dark
The light of liberation
Of change
Of life itself
This is what shines in each and every one of us
This is what keeps us seeking the way home
To remember the wholeness of who we are
To feel the rightness of what life has for us
What the trees have for us
What the ocean and bees
The birds and mountains
The children and elders
The rivers and dragonflies
The wind and rain and snow
What all of our relatives
Our ancestors
Our communities
Have for us
We know
Even when most are running head first towards an illusion
To a nightmare of death and destruction
Of numbness and consumption
To a house on fire
Where instead of seeing what is real and what is not
Instead of listening to the whispers of their hearts
They run towards a dream they have been sold
But is not and never was theirs to have
Where they fight over which room is the finest
With the best view
The biggest tv
The softest sheets
We know instead
To keep holding on to this precious life
This precious light
Cupped protectively in our sometimes shaking hands
We know
To sing and live and share it as we can
To keep it alive
To place it with reverence deep into our hearts
Like weathered fingers planting seeds into fertile soil
For that is what it asks us to do
More life I have lived than remains
This body aches
Turns out what the elders speak of is true
Bodies creak and moan
In this new soundtrack to life
Mornings are hard
Stiff joints and tight muscles
More work to keep steady and healthy
Or some notion of healthy
Than it used to take
Running just to stay still
Is how it feels sometimes
Though I'm clearly not going out running
I remember my wife’s Oma, her grandmother, saying years ago
“Getting old is no fun”
And I see bits and pieces of it now
I feel the shifting and the transitions
It's like a video game when a vehicle or city or something needs constant maintenance to run
And just as one piece is cared for another needs attention
And sometimes you let one thing get really bad cause there just isn't enough time or resources
And then you rush to care for it,
To catch up
And sometimes you're successful
And sometimes not
It can feel like too much
Like maybe it's easier to just lay down and let it all unravel
Let it all spool out on its own til it comes to its own conclusion
Not winning the game but not playing by its rules either
And just letting the end come
As it will for all of us
But that's no fun either
Sure, less attention on the upkeep
But more attention on the breaking down
And that breaking down aint pleasant either
So I guess it's trying to do the upkeep while enjoying the ride
Maybe that's a thing to focus on
It's so easy to push and push and say I need to do better
Look at them they're so in shape and healthy
And sometimes I feel bad and ashamed of my body
My too big and soft belly
My sore and injured ankles
My wrist that pains me
My back
Oh now it's my back that needs all the attention
Hips and abs and glutes and joints
So many joints in my lower back and pelvis
Pelvis to sacrum
Pelvis to itself
Pelvis to hip sockets
Sigh
Such a sacred bowl and it's calling out to me
Hey
Down here
I need you too.
Don't forget that I'm central to all the ways you want to move in the world
All the ways you want to walk and dance and sit and crawl and play
And bend and twist and
Simply be
Honor me
Attend to me
Strengthen and stretch and help with these connections
I look there and see there's so much holding
Holding tight and scared
Holding firm
Holding it all together
Keeping it all under control
But this holding is burying something too
Buried fear
Buried doubt
Buried curiosity and possibility
Buried expression
Buried acceptance of my size and fluidity
Buried being seen and beheld
Like a great Rainbow
Or a giant Iroko tree
Hidden deep within
Just being themselves without fanfare
Without rolling thunder and drama
A tree
Not to be confused with any other
Just growing
Firm and strong with deep ancestral roots
Expanding to the broad wide open sky
Sacred and reaching towards the light that is life
A rainbow
Reflecting and refracting sacred light
Arching beautifully across the sky
After a storm or summer rain
Radiant glory and color
Look in the direction your shadow points you towards
And bring your gaze upwards
There you will see the rainbow
Such instructions
Let your shadow lead you to the brilliant light show in the sky
Upwards and outwards instead of down and in
Maybe that's my time now
Up and out
Leaving the inwards gazing
of winter's reflection to the shine and glory of summer
The desire to plumb the depths of that shadow
Diving inwards
Following a well worn trail delving deeper and deeper
Falling into the morass of self doubt, self loathing, fear and shame
Of the shouldas and couldas and wouldas
A path of grinding the pain deeper
To simply feel something
Anything
As I live in a world guiding me to numb out
to consume
to feel anything else but who I am
Maybe to learn something in order to live better
Maybe
But maybe it's more important now to simply look up
To remember that the point isn't to get lost looking into the deep dark of my shadow
but to notice the rainbow quietly arcing above me
To be the rainbow
And maybe like the great Iroko tree
To draw strength and nourishment from my roots
Letting them secure me to this life
A life full of joy and sorrow
of pain and peace
Of all of it
While extending outwards and upwards
Reaching towards light and life and possibility
Letting this growth energize me too
To look towards hope and beauty instead of towards the hurts and doubts
May I hold dear and close the tender excitement and wonder at not knowing
The activation of the seed planted in the mysterious darkness
Whose purpose is to extend upwards into the light
Rooted always in this mystery,
Grounding it
Yet seeking this other wonder
Beckoned upwards and outwards
Looking up to the sky
Open and accepting
Of this life
And what is still possible
Let's do this instead.
Ancestors matter (cont.)
First, sorry for the HUGE lapse in time from my last post about ancestor work. I am carving out more intentional time to write so hopefully there will be more frequent posts. My challenge now is to communicate the importance and potential resources that we have access to, without it being so heady and dry nor too ethereal and abstract. So we shall see if I can balance this between the heart and head.
In the previous post I acknowledged the difficulty in connecting with our ancestors, especially when there is hurt in our past. It may have been caused by particular individuals that we knew when they were alive; a relative that abused us or those we love, one that suffered from addiction and was emotionally or physically unavailable, or one that expressed views that we abhor. It may have been a relative(s) that suffered as the victim of abuse. This may have been done to that individual enacted or upon a whole generation or generations of your lineage. Regardless of the manner of the pain, many of us living have no desire or intention to wade through it if possible. We have enough suffering and hurts in our present experience.
It is important to know that of the thousands and thousands of ancestors that we have, there are some that have struggled in the regular difficulties of life and been able to love, hope, live fully, care for themselves and others while in the midst of circumstances that were difficult. There are even those that may have experienced tragedies and horrors and still held out hope for their and others lives. At the very least we can draw upon that strength and wisdom to help us to navigate the difficulties of our current life circumstances. This is important, for it is this ability to connect with that which can support and nurture us which will enable us to deal appropriately with the pain, hurts and the desire to avoid who we are and where we come from.
You might be saying, “we just need to move on and forget about the past.” You can certainly do that. However, you are then cutting yourself off from a vast source of support that is 100% relevant to who you are and who you can become. We all come from cultures and peoples that believed and understood that the relationship with our family members does not end when they die. For some, that tradition is recent, for others it is very distant. But it is there all the same and is something we can also mourn as a cost of ‘civilization’. This is not a conceptual issue but a true and heart felt one. Just as we can feel the very real connection with those that we love who are living, yet not physically present, the same very real connection exists with those that have passed.
This may be easier to feel if you had a positive relationship with a family member before they died. If this is the case, then connecting with them and bringing your struggles, questions and concerns to them may be a bit easier. You get to simply talk with them,internally or out loud, about the support you need or the issues in your relationships (even with them) that you want to resolve or work on.
However, in my experience and the experience of others, this same bond exists even with those you did not personally know. This healing and growth work and relationships are not based on having to have known them when they lived. We have more ancestors that we do not know than those we do know. The connection is based on a relationship that simply is, not on having to create it, though we often have to find our way to it. This is because of the cultural norm of disconnection that many of us were raised in. In our current culture, when someone has died many are told that the relationship is over and they are simply “dead and gone.”
There are other views, practices and norms that we can connect with. Just like we can find and connect with a norm of equality instead of adopting the one of disconnection and oppression that we are raised in.
Now, back to the issue of pain in the lineage. Just as you get to decide who comes into your home, room, or into an intimate relationship with you, you get to decide who you invite into your ancestral, emotional and spiritual life. With words or heart felt intention you get to say in one way or another “Those that can come with love and support of my needs and purpose are welcome, those that cannot, are not welcome at this time.”
I often picture this ancestral pain or hurt as a literal wall or barrier. As people look into their ancestry and encounter this pain, the searching may stops. The pain stops them. If this were the totality of the possibilities then it makes sense to not pursue anything more. However, there are other ways to deal with this. So if we look at the reality of the pain we can see a number of options: 1) Avoidance, in regards to stopping all connection with ones ancestors, 2) Healing the ancestral pain, which involves engaging with it in a variety of ways, or 3) Bypassing that particular pain by stepping around the wall of pain and connecting deeper into ones heritage.
The first, well, is self evident and there is no opportunity for anything positive to come through as well. The fear may be too great at this stage. When you want to explore a different way, then your ancestors are always waiting and ready when you are. They are also patient and loving. The second option, is very effective, though requires a lot of healing and support to already be present to engage in that process. Certainly possible, just not a necessarily the best starting place. This third one allows for support and guidance to come through without being trapped by the pain or by believing that the pain is all that your ancestry has to offer you. You are not trapped and your ancestry does have more to offer. And by connecting in a positive way you can eventually find ways, if you want to, to heal the pain itself and resolve the trauma in your lineage.
In my view, healing and wholeness are super important. If I am going to live and be awake, then continuing to do those things that cultivates connecting to my purpose and wholeness are also important. There may be discomfort in this process. Sometimes being with the discomfort while engaged in this process is helpful and restorative. However, if there is too much discomfort and it is causing a reactive or triggering response than it may not actually be helpful or restorative. Its just hurtful.
I will give you this example. I am a cis gendered male therapist. If a client comes in wanting to address an abuse history that was done to them by a similar male as I am then there are some issues to address at the start. If that person is too triggered and reactive to sit with me in the same room due to their fear and trauma history. If they are simply re-experiencing the trauma and are unable to be emotionally, mentally, physically or spiritually present with me then the healing cannot happen.
However, if that person can tolerate it, even if there is discomfort, if they are “comfortable enough” then not only can we address the healing that is needed but there may be additional layers that are resolved. It can be even more restorative than if they engaged in this healing with someone that did not have the identity of those that oppressed and hurt them. This is why sometimes having a therapist match your demographics can be helpful AND why it may not be as necessary as we typically think.
You are the best gauge of the most appropriate ways to engage in these ancestral relationships. Some may be too traumatic to directly address, some may be uncomfortable though will have great benefit to engage in them to resolve them. Some will be easily supportive and can even help with the difficulties of engaging with the ones that are difficult. I have found that as these relationships are cleared out, healed, limited, embraced, depending on your needs, the better. The better for your own healing, journey and wholeness. Being open and able to receive the love, blessings, gifts and support from your lineage is your birthright and is powerful. Protecting ourselves from the hurtful or negative is appropriate. However, shutting ourselves down and away from who we are is self limiting. There is little to be gained from such self limiting, and our lives are too precious to live that way.
Thank you for your interest.