Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2014

A Little Gratitude Please

What are you grateful for?

The usual answers include:
  • My family
  • My friends
  • My health
Other common answers are:
  • A good home
  • Healthy food
  • My pets
The answers are all legitimate and I'm sure most people are being truthful in giving them. They aren't unique, though. They are so common as to be cliche and, like any old adage, the words fall out of our mouths without a moment of consideration. The thoughtlessness of it all only registers when the words land with a heavy thunk across the top of one's left foot. Saying "I'm grateful for my family" has become an antiphone that doesn't require the least bit of contemplation. "I'm grateful for my friends" is an automatic reply, a reflex similar to the startle response we have when someone sneaks up behind us. It just happens.

"For my dog" or "for my health" are comfortable replies when playing the I'm Thankful For game round-robin style with people we might call friends but we're not particularly close to. They are safe, true statements and, most importantly, they don't even hint at the intimate matters living closer to our hearts. I get it. Don't get me wrong. I use those standard answers, too. I think I've even gotten pretty good at the Sincere Smile which dresses up the shallowness of my randomly chosen, standard answer with the guise of heartfelt earnestness.

All of this begs the question, what are you grateful for? Peak into all the little crevices in your brain to find something particular to you and your life. When you're being candid with your real self, who and what rise to the top of your Grateful List.

Me?

I'm grateful that a certain someone picked me up after work one day, like always, and took me directly to my doctor. We did not pass go or collect $200. This person told me s/he was scared for me, told me I was sick and I needed to get help. This person got me the help I was incapable of getting for myself and promised to stand strong for me until I was able to stand for myself again. That event took one hour out of one day and changed the course of my life.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

X is for Major Arcana X: Wheel of Fortune

I have a tendency to think about some things in terms of opposites. Life and death. Right and wrong. Up and down. Manic and depressed. Placing the ideas on the flip side the same coin organizes them quickly and easily. That approach to thinking is so prevalent that I am compelled to believe it's human nature to do so. The coin system works great for a lot of things but it's sorely inaccurate for many others. The 10th card of the Major Arcana always reminds me of that fact.

This card has two wheels on it. The obvious one that's the focus of the card and another one tipped over on its side at the very top. Do we make our own future, our own destiny, or are those things determined from above, from the divine? The artwork on the card says the answer is both. The lighting bolts in the background, the power from above, are always hitting our lives from one direction or another. The other wheel, with the Sphinx, the monkey, and the crocodile is the destiny we create for ourselves. The swirling pattern farthest in the back is the motion our lives add to the world around us - the proverbial ripple in the pond.

I don't dare speculate about the wheel at the top. After all, who can really know the mind of the divine or the rules from beyond the veil that govern the physical and spiritual universe we live in.

The wheel in the front I can talk about because it is my own life and its movement is the result of my own choices, good, bad, or indifferent.

The ape on the left is riding the wheel up to the top. It represents creation, initiation, those things that are coming into being in my life and they are not necessarily positive  things. The ape could let go if it chose to. It could refuse to allow the emergence of the next thing in life. I could refuse and at times I have.

The crocodile on the right side is riding the wheel down, to its lowest point. It's tied to the wheel with absolutely no choice but to experience the destruction that occurs in life. Or does it have a choice? The tie is loose, there's no knot. The crocodile could let go, just like the ape. In letting go though, it will fall none the less. Perhaps something wonderful is being destroyed causing pain that we cannot escape from. Of course, something causing us great pain might also be disintegrating.

The Sphinx at the top is balanced. The wheel turns easily so maintaining that balance is difficult. It looks back into that space between the wheels, between how we influenced our own lives and how the higher power influenced it. If we are to learn anything, it will be from trying to merge the what and why of our past. There's no point in looking forward for the what and why of the future, because we cannot know what lighting the universe will throw at us next. If the Sphinx turns to peer deep into the future, the balance will be lost and the wheel will resume its movement. People being people, turning to look is inevitable.

I guess I should tell you why this card always reminds me that life's things and events are not represented on the opposite side of a coin very well. After all, that's where this post started.

The wheel of life does not flip. It does not have heads or tails. It revolves around a hub. The animals, representing creation, balance, and destruction, do not sit on one face or the other. They ride the rim, diminishing and expanding continuously - never appearing or disappearing in an infinitely small moment in time.

Life is not, can not, be the opposite of death. The wheel is the very representation of life and it turns, not flips. Health and sickness are not opposites either. Getting sick happens over time, so does regaining our health, and maintaining it is a balancing act. This is no more apparent than in trying to live between mania and depression. Is it possible? Absolutely. Is it permanent? Absolutely not. I will make some choice that will start the wheel turning. Lightening, far beyond my control, will strike. Do I hold on to the wheel, trust that it will not stop at the bottom? Will the momentum of its movement be enough to carry me through the low point?

I've lost count of how many times I have been so afraid of the motion that I have tried desperately to climb back up to the top. When I was on the downward side, trying to climb back up only made the wheel turn faster and faster until I couldn't hold on anymore. I had no more control. My fate was dictated by the powers from above and it was my own fault. Learning to hang on is one of the hardest and most painful lessons of my life. Riding the wheel is hard, that's true. It hurts and I selfishly think sometimes that it hurts me more than others. The wheel keeps moving and it always brings beautiful things with it along the way. They are not permanent but neither are the ugly things. There's one exception to that. Letting go.

Letting go meant I was always at a low point, lower than the wheel would have taken me if I had only held on. I could have closed my eyes and screamed in terror. Instead, I let go and screamed a silent sort of terror. I could not close my eyes. It was as if my eyelids had been torn away. I was ignorant of how far I would fall, when and if the divine would finally pull me back up within reach of my life, and what the divine would put me through next. My life stopped, suspended in that terrible space I should never have entered. The swirling motion of existence continued without me because I was stuck in a single moment. That which should have disintegrated, what should have fallen from the wheel instead of me, stayed there. It left no room for that which should have developed in my life.

There I remained, experiencing the pain and anguish created by the enormous power from above and the choices I made in response that lightening and thunder. Angry, desperate, screaming in pain, I learned what hell truly was.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Pillars

Ancient Egyptian Tarot
As part of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) I tried my hand at a form of poetry called Fibonacci. It's based on the Fibonacci series that's built by adding the last two numbers of the list together to create the next number in the list.  Like this....
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, etc.
Do you see it? Add the first two numbers together to make the third. Add the second and third numbers to make the fourth. Each number in the series determines the number of syllables in each line.

I'm also participating in the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge. It's tough to keep up, to post every day and I don't really succeed. I spend time on Saturdays and Sundays writing posts for more than one day. It's good work for me. I'm always amazed at what the final result looks like. I start with one idea and strike out in that direction but somewhere along the way I invariably follow some side trail into unfamiliar territory. 

Pillars

by Jennifer Clark (c) April 20, 2013

Life.
Death.
Between
these pillars
all chaos and calm
tumbles, rambles, crumbles, and grows.
Bitter and better, crueler and  kinder. I'm tired.
Between the pillars the wheel turns, torn, born, torn again. House falls, death calls, I crawl to rest.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Hotlines and Help



Hotlines can help, lend a hand, hold out hope.





Ease. Intercede. Slow the slide down the slope.





Lifelines are allies when we cannot cope.





Prevent the next death with assurance of hope.





by Jennifer Clark (c) April 2013

If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1.800.273.TALK (1.800.273.8255).

For more information about the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge see the website of the same name.
For more information about National Poetry Writing Month go to the NaPoWriMo website.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Gift


Sweet breath, sweet air, I lift up hope on you.
Convey my love across the stormy skies.
Deliver hope to heart and heart renew.
You must relieve such hurt and pain and cries.
Soft wind, take gentle care as you imbue
In tender soul, new life before it dies.
We have not long; you must be swift.
Bear my hope and make of hope a gift.

by Jennifer Clark (c)April 2013

For more information about the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge see the website of the same name.

For more information about National Poetry Writing Month go to the NaPoWriMo website.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

F is for Failure



The Failure of the 7 of Disks: Failure’s Lessons

It’s painful, not just disappointing. With the rise of failure I experience the loss of hope and a loss of whatever it is that I hoped for. Look at the card. It’s dark and dead. The suppleness that exists when life moved through the plants is nowhere to be found. Instead, the branches and twigs are dry and brittle. All hope has fallen away, leaving a pain that cannot be avoided.

It happens, even though I hate it. When I am finally and completely wrapped in the decaying landscape of failure, all that exists with me is me. I come face to face with my own failings, weaknesses, and mistakes. I hate it and "it" is me. I must recognize the darkness in the place where failure lives as my own self. Without recognition, I cannot ever fully emerge from that place.

It’s not the end, but that’s hard to swallow. I don’t want to be happy about it or throw my hands up and say, “Oh, well.” Matter-of-fact is probably a good attitude to have. Failure is painful and dark enough without allowing myself to sink into misery. I can clean up after failure. Pull up the dead plants, brush away all the dead leaves, and move forward. It’s not failure that keeps the hurt and dark around me. It’s the depression. Failure does not want me to live with it. It’s depression that wants you to stay in that place where failure lives.



For more information about the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge see the website of the same name.
For more information about National Poetry Writing Month go to the NaPoWriMo website.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

D is for Death


Warning: Possible trigger

Dance with Death

My body will rot in the ground.
Will I, like a serpent, then shed
my skin to gain a life new found?
It’s a mortal spirit I dread.
I want eternal life instead.
Do I get new life and new limb?
Shall I to nothingness be wed?
He invites me to dance with Him.

Taking His hand to dance, I’m bound
to Him. To the ball I am led.
In His arms, we twirl round and round.
My death, guaranteed, is ahead.
Fear grips the life before me spread.
I won’t accept an end so grim.
I cling to life thus live in dread.
He invites me to dance with Him.

But music beyond does resound.
From the thick mire where dwells the dead
does beauty arise and surround
my body. All terror has fled.
I am pulled into earth’s sweet bed.
My mind succumbed to the sweet hymn.
The light of life from me was bled
He invites me to dance with him.

For time my soul in dark was fed.
Then all around was not so dim.
This side the veil my name was said.
He invites me to dance with Him.

by Jennifer Clark (c) April 2013


For more information about the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge see the website of the same name.
For more information about National Poetry Writing Month go to the NaPoWriMo website.