Last year (2011), Easter fell on April 24. It was a very tough time, and I attended Good Friday, Saturday night Easter Vigil, and Easter Sunday services. I strove to keep a strong faith and sought solace and understanding. It helped me to gain understanding, but it didn't prevent episodes of intense grief and depression. Since the previous Fall, I had lost two grandmothers, Nadine left and took our daughter Heidi to Pittsburgh. I lost my job on my birthday (the day before Good Friday), and just after Easter I discovered that my dog Fritz was gravely ill with liver cancer.
In the long run, it was good that I moved on from that job, but it fell at a time when I was terribly vulnerable. I lost all confidence in my skills and felt that my career was over. Relationships no longer seemed to work out. It was a false perception, but I could only see the rejection and failure of recent history. I felt used up, just a crumpled-up piece of paper.
Because I was experiencing loss so acutely, I came face to face with its reality. I wasn't just facing it, I was drowning in it. I had always tried to maintain an awareness that losses would inevitably come--over time, I would lose grandparents, parents, friends and other loved ones, pets along the way, and then I would go.
Of course, I was aware that these things happen. But I expected it to unfold in a more drawn out way, not clustered, as this was. The question I asked was not why me, but why all this, all now?
On a particularly hard day, right before Easter Sunday, I realized that I'd have to let go of the things I treasured, and release attachment to the people I loved in my life. Eventually you are going to lose everything, one way or another. Even though I had acknowledged this from time to time, it was an academic acknowledgement--now it was dense and ponderous and imminent. It was less a conscious realization than a palpable sense.
During this time, I had no idea that Fritz was ill. Ironically these thoughts were a prelude to his passing.
I tried to find notes on this, but I guess I'm not surprised that I wrote hardly anything at the time. The fortnight between my birthday and Fritz's passing is a black hole. All I remember was arranging my life around making the most of my time with him and trying to do all the things that he enjoyed most.
The day after Fritz passed on, I moved to a new apartment and later that month, started a new job. My life took a sawtoothed yet gradually upward trend from there. It's taken a year to get proper distance and perspective to write about it. I can look back over the long rough road, yet I still resist optimism as purest folly.
This year (2012), during Lent, I kept an open mind, hoping for insight. I had my usual ups and downs, and I realized two things: One is that you have to uphold your faith when it's hard to do so, when things are dark--it's not just for sunny days dressed up for Sunday brunch. The other is that your emotions about events don't actually matter--the events occur anyway. It's not that God doesn't care, but He's hands off, quiet, always behind the scenes, the subtlest operator. It seems harsh, but it's the way the world works. And it's our responsibility to understand the world and its workings, so that we can live in it.
Then on Easter, I meditated on how far I had come since last year--I called it the Easter Crisis, as it seemed my life was falling apart around me. And it literally did. Over and over I obsessed on the infamous line from Yeats' "Second Coming:"
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold...My former life is no more. I'm not the same person I was a year ago. I see things differently; I act and react with the world differently; I approach problems and challenges differently.
Now, when I'm confronted with a problem that seems overwhelming, I remind myself: it's not a money problem... it's not a career problem... it's not a house problem... or whatever the problem seems to be... it's a mind problem. Then I can deconstruct it and break it down into chunks that can be done one by one.
And this year I set commitments around goals like: Build a stable foundation. Be effective. Move on. Get help. Face your fear. It's working. I stand in a different relationship with the world and with people. I'm far less impressed or obsessed with material things. I wasn't terribly in love with money to begin with, but I certainly fell into the trap of thinking that buying "this one thing" will solve a problem. Yes, sometimes you need tools or materials to help you accomplish goals, but it's really all about skills. And I now see wealth more as a means of sustaining yourself and your family, and as a bulwark against hardship, legal attacks, and transgressions against your rights and property.
Most of all, I understand that I would never have changed had a catastrophic turn of circumstance not awakened me. I was so profoundly flawed in some ways that only having my life shattered and rebuilt brick by brick would restore me.
As I was, I would never have fulfilled the potentials that God intended for me. It sounds perverse, but the more I think about that, the more I see that God truly cares whether I realize my potentials.
Well done.
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