I’m taking my cue from Gin, who is also going through a divorce right now and has chosen to post in bulleted lists. This is so spot-on, it should be in the handbook: Don’t try to take in everything, just write lists. Every incident, and there are so many and they come hard and fast, has the potential for emotional overwhelm. One step, one day at a time. Process what and as you can.
* If you don’t know what to do next, wait until you do. Clarity will come.
* Thank God for animals. They provide a way of getting used to and remembering what love is, how to give and how to receive.
* Some moments will be so excruciatingly difficult, you don’t know if you will make it through, but there is a part of you reserved for just such moments that will get you through. You never knew you had it until it shows up and endures.
* Some moments will be crazy joyful, too, and I caught myself wondering WTF that came from. It’s all part of the package of individuation.
* Surround yourself with those who support you, and this is the hard and less obvious part--distance yourself, if not actually release those who are not. They will show up, and you might be surprised by what side they stand on, in both cases.
* Watch out for the eating thing. It will come up, ala feast or famine.
* And finally, because I need to keep my lists short, too—from yesterday’s The Language of Letting Go (Hazelden Meditation Series), by Melody Beattie, (this book is a Godsend, I swear):
Transformation Through Grief
We’re striving for acceptance in recovery—acceptance of ourselves, our past, other people, and our present circumstances. Acceptance brings peace, healing, and freedom—the freedom to take care of ourselves.
Acceptance is not a one-step process. Before we achieve acceptance, we go towards it in stages of denial, anger, negotiating, and sadness. We call these stages the grief process. Grief can be frustrating. It can be confusing. We may vacillate between sadness and denial. Our behaviors may vacillate. Others may not understand us. We may neither understand ourselves nor our own behavior while we’re grieving our losses. Then one day, things become clear. The fog lifts, and we see we that have been struggling to face and accept a particular reality.
Don’t worry. If we a taking steps to take care of ourselves, we will move through this process exactly at the right pace. Be understanding with yourself and others for the very human way we go through this process.
Today, I will accept the way I go through change. I will accept the grief process, and its stages, as the way people accept loss and change.
The fog does lift, in glorious moments, throughout. And in the spirit of rigorous honesty, I don't look like Lara Croft, but I'm feelin' the power.
Manageable Pieces. Chew Slowly.
Written by theotherbed on Monday, November 2, 2009 at 9:58 AM
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6 Responses to "Manageable Pieces. Chew Slowly."
November 2, 2009 11:18 AM #
You know I never thought of it that way, but it's true. A list of bullet points is pretty much all my brain will let me process right now. Which now that you mention it, is a good thing!!! By the way, I can't see your list. I can see what you wrote initially, but the list itself is just a bunch of symbols. Maybe a problem with Blogger?
November 2, 2009 12:31 PM #
Thanks Gin, for the list idea, and for the heads up. I tried republishing--hopefully, it's fixed now.
Uh-huh, one bullet at a time, and sometimes repeats! (I swore I put both my shoes on when I walked out the door...)
Then, when it's all over, we write the opus, a whole new story.
November 2, 2009 5:12 PM #
Trust yourself. It may take practice after all that has come before. But still, you do know what you know and then some.
Though the wisdom that one gains from having been through something like this is not celebratory, it is what will provide you with a soft cushion. You will be able to see through the shams. You will be able to protect yourself.
Looking forward to seeing both of your new stories.
Martha
November 3, 2009 5:22 PM #
thanks you guys :) you're beautiful :) jt
November 3, 2009 8:37 PM #
A friend sent this to me in my email today. This is what we are striving for.
Martha
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door,
in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
--Derek Walcott
Nobel Laureat 1992
November 5, 2009 9:41 AM #
jt, thank you, and so are you!
Martha, this poem is so beautiful, so hauntingly familiar, it takes my breath away, and then comes a sigh of relief. Familiar as in home, to myself, to all that is vaster and grander than this. This is not an adequate word to describe what this is. That's why there's poetry. In the words of Donald Hall, poetry is the unsayable said. 'Nuff said.
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