Tenderness. Especially now.
(repost from CBAW Newsletter)
Beloved community,
It is a difficult time. Most of us are in our safe homes, opening the news apps, social media, and email newsletters, sick at the images, wrecked by the stories. Some of us are reading each message to identify and decode the wrong things said, to identify evidence of cruelty somewhere close to home. Somewhere to put our rage. I am guilty of this myself. I believe it is an expression of my grief, of my own deep confusion and destabilization by horrors that feel inexplicable. When I don’t honestly know how to make sense of an enormous complicated f-ed up thing, I sometimes give myself the illusion of steadiness by finding the wrong thing and pointing to it.
That impulse to disguise my powerlessness as righteousness is programmed deep in me, and maybe it’s in you as well. If you are not in fact handing out bottles of water or digging through rubble or helping people escape or bandaging wounds or lacing up your boots to go do so, may I suggest you take a breath and pull away from engaging in virtual chaos? Make your donation, as much as you can, to support people doing the above. Write your congressional representatives. Then sit down and breathe. Suffering is not actually alleviated by outrage.
Again and again, atrocity is met with more atrocity is met with more atrocity and so on. We all agree that it’s awful awful awful what’s happening to the children. That’s easy to say, it’s true, it’s right. But what’s been coming up for me, in meditation and between the lines of the terrible stories, is that adults are also deserving of tenderness. Even them. Even you. Even me. All of us.
The impulse I am trying to consciously program into myself, through poetry, through community, is a movement towards unapologetic sincerity, toward letting my softness and grief be liquid, allowing it to spill over in a world that demands something more rigid of me.
Yesterday we gathered in the Friday workshop and allowed ourselves some softness, some tenderness, some unapologetic sincerity. If you weren’t able to join us, I offer it to you here, in case it’s helpful.
We began by taking a moment to close our eyes and take three deep breaths. Maybe counting to three on an inhale, then 4 on an exhale. Pause between. Now check in with the space between your eyes, what is the quality of energy in that place? Begin with the freewrite, “I feel…”
We were guided by the words of John O’Donahue, from his poem “For One Who is Exhausted, a Blessing.” Then I read the following:
A Blessing for Presence
by John O’Donohue
May you awaken to the mystery of being here
And enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
May you respond to the call of your gift
And find the courage to follow its path.
May the flame of anger free you from falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame and anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift, Woven around the heart of wonder.
Source: O’Donohue, J., (1998). Eternal Echoes. Exploring our hunger to belong. London, Bantam Books
We closed with this poem, “Threshold.”
Threshold
(by Seema Reza)
You imagined:
mercury’s shimmering opacity
a filmy grand crossing
something profound (or at least profane)
But you got:
the distant bark of dogs
wailing baby downstairs
gravel churning under tires
the creak of wood pulling at nails.
Underground train screaming
you on the street seeking
to be knocked off your feet
out of your mind
into the spinning galaxies.
But baby, this is it.
Everywhere you look is Milky Way–
the inky otherworld expanding.
Leave your sweater
leave your bag of bones
the clump of woes you cover with skin
step from your slippers (leave your feet too)
and walk through
there never was anything ordinary
least of all you.
Thank you for being extraordinarily you. Especially today.
With tenderness and sincerity,
Seema