ב”ה الحمد لله
There’s a pattern I see in the world of spiritual exploration. There are a lot of books and videos and talks about people who have been through a lot. Often the story of how they found there way back out of the pit (or dark night) is inspiring, uplifting and encouraging. We may read their book in the hopes of learning their secret[s] and increasing our joy or our gratitude, our sense of abundance or our connection to The One.
But I don’t find as many people (outside blogs) talking about their struggles right now.
I used to think that if someone struggled with, say, depression, then they clearly had not worked out their issues, or certainly had not achieved some great spiritual height. If they had done so, then I thought their struggle would be a thing of the past. Even when I heard that Rabbi Nachman of Breslov wrestled with depression I thought it showed that he wasn’t as great as I had once thought.
But greatness isn’t about the end of struggle. Greatness is about finding increasing grace around our struggles. Not being graceful. Just increasing. At least, that’s my thought today. And we can learn something from folks who have been, and continue to be, in the forefront of these difficulties.
Today I am in a place of great struggle. Difficult, powerful feelings from very old days of trauma seem to be surfacing. No content. No “video at 11”, as I like to say. Just ennervating, debilitating sadness, fear, futility. To be clear, I should say that this is not to the extent that anyone needs to be concerned for my well-being; there are people suffering from things like this who are overwhelmed and shut down. Thank G-d I am in a place to be able to weather the storm.
And that’s what I’m doing. I put one foot in front of the other. Or I just stand. Or just sit. I lay in bed and read Parker Palmer’s Healing the Heart of Democracy (which I highly recommend). Or I veg out playing silly computer games.
Or I come here to post.
My purpose in doing so is to maintain a certain honesty about the proceedings here. I’m not always balanced, thoughtful, insightful and mystical. Some days (thank G-d not so often!) I’m just making do. Getting by. Letting the waves of unpleasant experience wash over me.
And I do trust that this is part of a healing process.
I am in a deeply loving relationship, and I believe that to the extent that our intimate relationship is available as a healthy vessel for healing, any (and all) unhealed experiences present themselves for transformation and healing. As we are ready and as the relationship is ready.
So I honestly take this as a very good commentary on my new marriage (and my new marriage partner, ie my wife!).
And I look forward to working with these feelings within the context of the relationship.
However, at this moment I’m heading back to the mindless bubble game, as futility and nihilism make their presence felt yet again.
But before signing off, let me wish everyone a most lovely Christmas (if you celebrate), a happy new year (if you follow the Gregorian calendar in that way), and a most glorious morning tomorrow morning, as The Master of the Universe brings the sun out to shine down on us once again.
As Scarlet O’Hara said, “Tomorrow is another day.”
Let’s make the most of it that we can.