Upon waking, and thinking through some of the conversations I have had this past week, and after reading the Globe (love the new look Cath!) I think the world is seriously a messed up place, but despite the mile wide and high pile of crap it is in some places, in others it is rampant with joy.
- So Rob Ford might be mayor, because Torontonians might be mad enough - but miraculously, 33 Chilean miners resurfaced from deep within the earth to their loved ones. After a horrible, period of darkness.
- So Barack Obama's half brother might be a polygamist, marrying, oh, again - but Obama is still the president. Imagine THOSE family dinners.
- People die in armed conflict everyday -for their causes, real, or imagined, and kids kill each other, like say the teenagers in Cape Dorset these past weeks - but the the World Vision catalog comes and Owen deems it is "Givin Time Again!" . A lovely moment indeed.
I was speaking via email with a great old friend who - metaporically - has been through the wars. Her sage advice to ponder when dealing with such travesties:
I have always wondered about the terminology of "battling" cancer, "putting up a good fight" , "conquering" etc. It implies a kind of rigidity, a kind of.... aggression? It sounds so draining to me. Since I am not going through it I can't say really what metaphor might work better, but what about thinking cancer like an unwanted guest? I have been practising this with grief. When it descends on me I recognize a strong urge to fight it back but have learned to "attend, befriend, surrender". This doesn't imply that we make ourselves into the Hilton for these guests but we do not fight what we cannot change. This is not to say that you don't do everything humanly possible to heal into full vibrancy, but the posture we hold internally is one of hope, love and lightness - not strapping ourselves into heavy artillery gear. We can still get angry, throw pillows etc. (my friend Sue used to tell me to talk to Death, get to know it a bit more - I found this helpful too - I had a lot of vitriol let me tell you).
I am unwilling to talk to Death,in fact, he is not welcome here. But I take the point about heavy artillery.
With a bit more lightness,