A Day of Re-Membering

[This post originally appeared on my personal Facebook page, but as I finished it, realized it was the beginning of a return to my Blog. So it, and the post I wrote earlier today, have been re-posted here.]

I have been given so much to say today. I am trusting that each thing reaches those who need to see/hear/read it.

I just watched the 2018 version of A Wrinkle In Time. I tried to watch it when it first came to Disney+, but for whatever reason I couldn’t. The truth, as I understand it now, is I was not ready. Because I didn’t remember the first few minutes at all. If I had, I surely would not have picked today, of all days, to watch it.

As I texted Phil this morning, remember how Up kicked the shit out of our hearts while we were dealing with infertility? Well, A Wrinkle In Time “upped” its game by 100 and tore my heart out and stomped it on the floor before handing it back to me all band-aided up again.

It was, without question, what I needed to see/hear/know today, of all days. About the power of the frequency of love. About knowing and integrating my faults, my shadows, my “bad” parts. About loving others exactly where they are. Because, to paraphrase the Happy Medium: it’s okay to be afraid of the answers; we just can’t avoid them.

When I first visited Phil in Michigan in 2003, we went to Celebration Cinema and watched Love, Actually. Watching it together is something of a holiday tradition for us now. And one of our favorite lines has always been when Sam says to Daniel, “Let’s go get the sh*t kicked out of us by love.”

Here we are, 20 years later, back in the Midwest, starting over again. And I realized that this quote encompasses our entire journey together.

Learning how to love each other through our faults. Deciding we were ready to start a family. Struggling with infertility. The highs of pregnancy and birth. The lows of miscarriages and medically-fragile children. Holding each other through the storms of hospitalizations. Realizing Mira’s medical struggles were merely preparation for the bigger waves that could capsize us with Patrick. Doing our best, for ourselves and our family, through the roller-coaster of Patrick’s life and death. The 9 years since we have spent figuring out what it means to be broken; how to heal; how to move forward.

Watching as each of us, in our own time, in our own ways, begins to shine our light again. Begins to emerge from the shroud that has engulfed us for what feels like forever. As we find ourselves again. As we find ourselves anew. As we figure out who we are. Who we have become. And love each other because of and in spite of all of it.

That’s what wedding vows are: promises to ride the roller coaster of life together. You can see amazing views from the highest of heights and lose your lunch on some crazy turns and be terrified or even rendered unconscious by some of the lows coming out of those spirals. But being human—living this life to the fullest—is all about experiencing the ups and the downs and everything in between. Your soul’s incarnation was your agreement to get the shit kicked out of you by love. In all of its most beautiful, tragic, amazing, incomprehensible, sorrowful moments.

And, believe it or not, it’s always worth the ride. Why else would we fight so hard to be here; to stay here; to live longer? Because despite the pain and the hurt, the beauty and the love nourish us and keep us going. Love is always there. Even when you can’t feel it. Because—You. Are. Love. And—You. Are. Loved.

I am reminded of Katy Perry’s song “Hot and Cold”. I never realized how right she was, because she recognized the person was not hot OR cold, but hot AND cold:

'Cause you're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

You're wrong when it's right

It's black and it's white

We fight, we break up

We kiss, we make up

You don't really want to stay, no

But you don't really want to go

You're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

This weird miss mash of life. It’s not “or.” It’s “and.”

Earlier today, I wrote the following as a comment on a friend’s post. And I realized it’s a variation on this same theme:

We forget that life is a circle.

Difficult time raise Hard People. Hard People work to create Easy Times. Easy Times raise Soft People. Soft People create Difficult Times.

There is no cycle of creation that has no destruction. The question is whether the destruction is thoughtful, necessary, limited. Like in Michigan when they stopped natural forest fires and then began losing special trees because the seeds only broke open in the heat of the fires. The destruction is necessary for new life. But we can be targeted and intentional about it so that the new life comes without unnecessary loss of property and life.

But we forget life is a cycle. We only want the up. And it just doesn’t work that way. So instead of spending time figuring out how to turn the cycle into an upward spiral by harnessing the destructive part of the cycle, we pretend it doesn’t exist and lose all our progress when it shows up.

Image by Nik @helloimnik from UnSplash

We’re human. We forget. It’s our very nature. But when we remember? When we hang on? Those are the brilliant moments we take massive leaps forward. Jumps the size of which we never knew or believed were possible let alone that we were the ones capable of making.

I set aside today as a day of remembering for me. But I got far more than I bargained for. I am re-membering myself. The quick flashes and glimpses I have seen these past few months of me coming back to myself. Skills and talents left dormant. Gardening. Singing. Baking. Dare I say, Writing.

It’s coming back. I’m tuned back in. I found the frequency again. I finally looking forward and excited to discover what’s next. I’ll do my best to post here and at my blog, so that if you want, you can come along, too.

Namaste.

Happy 10th Birthday, Patrick

[The following was originally posted as a post on my personal Facebook page.]

Struggling with words and feelings today. It’s Patrick’s 10th birthday. But do I say it is, it was, or it would have been? I mean, it is. We use present tense for the statement about dead people all the time. It’s so and so’s 100th or 200th birthday. But we generally understand with numbers that large that these are celebratory memorial birthdays. When you say it’s someone’s 10th birthday, the expectation is they are still alive for the celebration.

And then there’s the fact that it’s the big 1-0! This is a huge birthday milestone! Double digits! I remember always hearing those words prefaced or followed by “you made it!” But Patrick didn’t make it; not corporeally, anyway. And yet, at times I’ve felt ridiculously giddy and excited this past week knowing his 10th birthday was almost here.

Phil pointed out that we’ve survived 10 years, and I guess that’s part of it. But I’ve felt unsettled each time I recognized the feelings of joy, excitement, and anticipation for today. So I’m taking the day to sit with them. Feel them. Wish my sister a Happy Birthday because it was her day first, before life overshadowed that.

I think part of it is because I heard from Patrick this week. I was on a Zoom meeting and one of the other participants noticed some energy hanging around me. Afterward, she reached out through a mutual friend to ask if I was open to figuring it out. Long story short, it was Patrick and one of my grandfathers with messages for me.

I’ve had lots of mediums and spiritually sensitive people tell me Patrick’s never left me. One friend who did bodywork on me explained that he left a little footprint imprinted on my heart and that she’d never seen anything like it before. And I’ve said for a very long time that his outsized effect on the world meant he’s still here in many ways, even if I’m not raising him. So he’s not gone. Not really; only in the corporeal sense.

And I’ve found myself pondering the fact that his birthday is so close to Samhain and Halloween, when the veil between worlds is said to be thinner.

Anyway, one of the things the medium shared with me was that Patrick was sorry he had to go. I nearly laughed. I have considered myself blessed that we were able to give Patrick a good death and that we had no regrets about the choices we made. The only thing I have ever wondered about is whether he knew that and was okay with the choices. To have that question lifted. To know that he had to go, so the choice we made to spend two weeks together as a family really was the best choice for all of us. There are no words to describe what occurred—the breaking open of my heart and its simultaneous healing. Like it shattered into pieces but was instantaneously mended with gold energy, similar to the Japanese tradition of kintsugi.

So, it’s been a big week of feelings and knowings and learnings. And today, my forever baby boy would’ve turned 10. Turns 10. Is 10. I ponder the 10th anniversary of his birth. Whatever.

As a person who knows the values of words and spends so much time looking for the just right word, knowing that this moment isn’t about the words is weird. I write to process. To share. To educate. To inform. But some things just defy explanation. Language can’t really describe the comfort brought by the hug of a close friend, the softness of a baby’s hand on your cheek, or the scent of heaven wafting off the crown of their heads. A picture is worth a thousand words for a reason. Feelings can be, too.

So today is about feelings. Sitting with them and letting myself feel them and doing my best to keep my brain out of it; removing judgment or shoulds or need tos. Living in the tension.

Loving my son. Loving my sister. Loving the new friends Patrick has brought into my life who are having their own grief experiences. Loving my family. Grieving the life I expected. The one I thought I was going to have. Learning to love the life I do have and who I have become. Feeling Happiness and joy and loss and sadness.

Because they aren’t two ends of a line. It’s not either/or. It’s both/and. Happy tears. Downpours in the sun. Gone but still here. It’s all part of life; part of our souls having a human experience. We have to feel these things. It’s why we’re here. Every feeling, every experience stems from love. The warm, fuzzy ones are offshoots of its appearance or presence and the dark, prickly ones are offshoots of its removal or absence. Go back to the source. Find the love. Remember that. That’s what I’m doing today.

Happy birthday, Patrick. I love you.