Showing posts with label grieving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grieving. Show all posts

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Fold and fill


Something opens our wings,
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us:
We taste only sacredness.
-Rumi

The tiny cup sat on the breakfast table. The woman named for a bird read the note written in small elegant script. She recognized the penmanship, grateful for the present. The sorrow eased, a little. Her visits to the special places the Forest Magician had taken her? They remained, the Magic still stepped from the greens.

"Fold in and drink. The cup? It's been filled for you." It was the Frog Queen. Lokea smiled as tears dropped from her ... into the waiting nectar of place.


For now this medicine is served. (click on the link to read the start of the medicine story)

Monday, June 15, 2015

Mele Popoki: He Inoa Na Jots

E ‘elekule
nou e koʻu hoaloha
o ka pueo kani mai ana
Ina e ke iwikuamoʻo
Hiki lele na lāʻau paina e.....
Eia nā Hua liʻiliʻi
nā Hua liʻiliʻi hiwa no ka Lopine-hoʻopai.  
A lele ʻoe

A lele 'oe i ke Kula mauʻu.  A lele 'oe i ke hale moa
A lele 'oe i ke paina e.  
A  lele 'oe


Eia nā Mauʻu hone
Nā Mauʻu hone no ka Lāpaki-hoʻopai.  
A holo 'oe

A holo 'oe ma ke hiʻuiʻa. A hoʻoholo 'oe ma ke la iki.
A holo 'oe ma ke paina e.   
A hoʻoholo 'oe
Ua uhi Kapa moe mahana,
Hoomahanahana ola honua.
E noa! E noa! Amama wale!
"Aia no i ʻo" wahi o ka paina.


Hey old friend...
For you my friend
Nearby the owl is crying
The family is stricken
Suddenly agitated are the pines

Here are the berries
The dark purple berries to attract the robins
Fly to the meadow
Fly to the chicken coop
Fly to the pines
Fly

Here is the sweet grass
the sweet grass  to attract the rabbits
Run through the sword ferns
Run through the narrow trails
Run through the pines
Run

We are wrapped in warm blankets
Warmth that relaxes the rigors of earthly life
Freedom! Freedom! The load is lifted!
“Yet to come” say the pines.

-Ma Christopher Kawika Brown ... Mahalo nui loa a pau hiapo i k'ou pu'uwai


E ‘elekule nou e koʻu hoaloha
Jots Lele Kane Po, June 13, 2015


Ina e ke iwikuamoʻo


"Aia no i ʻo" wahi o ka paina.


Sunday, August 2, 2009

Engage in good health practices … CARE...Grieving

We received the email from my cousin Koa last night ... a family message to let us know the time and details of the memorial service for his elder sister Mokihana. It was one of the last things Pete did before coming to bed, and just one more reminder that our dear friend and cousin had indeed passed from that familiar body I have known all my life. The email stayed on the page as Pete stepped from the Vardo to brush his teeth and do going to bed things. I re-read the message, hearing Koa's organized voice modulated and even explaining what will happen, why it was happening and when it would all take place. He anticipated questions with answers and in true fashion ended with "If you don't already have a job, please call or email us ... thanks for everyone's willingess to jump right in." A voice mail with this same cousin's voice was on my cellphone when we drove into town where cellphone service happens. The same modulated voice with the message of Mokihana's passing was there, too. It's all too real, all true and of course, we have known the cancer was wide-spread and Mokihana's ika was spent.

If there is anything of value in pecking at keys that form words I hope to find it as I go along. Grief is physical, I tire from the work that is required to feel the sorrow and the gladness in all its modulations. Pete and I grieve differently, I notice how the stages of grief pitch up into the stage of anger as we pick at each other as if the fighting will make the other loss less important. A distraction? Maybe, or just a human condition that allows us to move through. As I hung over the edge of the futon reading and re-reading that email my mind bargained with my body: "If I get on a plane, arrange for oxygen, get a ...." Anything to make it possible for me to travel once more and arrive at a place that is already a proven no-go ... the bargaining just won't work. Travel back home is not a healthy choice for me or Pete. We have made those trips and know we do not have the health to do it again ... not now. This is the truth and it saddens us.

This is grief work.

Before we fall to sleep Pete talks about Mokihana again. He tries to remember the very first time he worked on her old Papakolea house: her sink was not working. It was the first of many other fix-it times for him in her houses. He would come to know my cousin and island family would become more and more real because of it. I recall the times of knowing when we were girls, teenagers, young women. We have know each other for a lifetime. Pete and I-- two old dears who create a life not familiar to our family back in Hawaii, grieve the loss of a cousin and grieve the reality that we will not be at that memorial gathering. The comfort and consolation that might come from the stories and energy must come in different ways for us. We have created rituals here and that is good.

The process moves in whirling ways. Current sadness passes and then there is a blast of radio from the outside kitchen ... a snip from the Newport California Jazz Festival "I'll take you there ..." the Staple Sisters. "I love that song!" Pete says through the window in the front door. Yah, there you go. Maybe a Sunday drive will take us into town where cellphone service happens. Maybe I will call family and talk for awhile. Maybe. I'll take you there.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Flowing: Practice Patience and Endurance ... timing is divine

Pete and I drove to the Pacific Ocean shore of Washington State last Sunday to celebrate a bit of mastery with practicing patience and endurance. I wrote about it on our other blog VFT. This morning the sensation of being here ... on the Ledge as the weather swiftly proceeds around and through this upland wood is pure grace. The clouds have some where to be, they move across the sky from east to west racing to some unseen destination. Or, maybe they simply race. The air is freshened by the race, a little rain has doused us with moisture but mostly the wind is primary.

This lifestyle we live as modern day Gypsies separates us from so many things and many people. In a common day the separating incidents are more than enough to turn a soul to stone. I watch my darling partner endured one more exposure in the pursuit of an ordinary goal: shopping/in-building bank. Though Pete is less sensitive to chemicals than I he is nonetheless a Sensitive. We wade through the process of unraveling separately and as a pair and as the grief rises like fermentation from raw milk or a batch of kim chee we are pitched by the brain fog or weakness and flow somewhere else. A treasured member of our ohana (kin) waivers between the realms of physical and spiritual life, she is with her sons and hospice care givers back on O`ahu. If we could be on the island we would be with her physically. We cannot so we connect through the cell phone and I tell her, "I'll love you forever." A message from her left on Pete's cell phone "See you later alligator" remains until technology erases it. This cousin has shared her self and her love with thousands of people, young students, troubled families and spiritually disconsolate souls. She has been unselfishly giving in all these years. "Maybe she should have been just a little more selfish sometimes," my brother said yesterday when we talked of this Makua O`o ... our cousin. The grief of separation is real. It is one of the deep emotions the sort of emotion that is expressed in such different fashion among our kin of humans. I feel the loss and purposefully give it my cousin's scent and allow myself the tears, listen to the music of the islands and then turn most of the rest of the grief over to Ke Akua. At least until the next time.

We went to the ocean to hear the roar of the Pacific. We went to celebrate the dream that has become manifest. We went to remember those who are separate from us and yet are never far enough to not love forever. Writing here I am reminded of the divinity of timing. We went to the ocean and found a new o'o and today I'm here back at the page of this blog to use it. "I'll love you forever R. Mokihana."

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Engage in good health practices

The sky cleared today, and the fog must have found another place to nestle. What a difference, a nice change. Pete and I are making the most of a sometimes odd rhythm to our life. Sometimes a waltz moving two steps that way and then one step back we edge forward in our project to create a home and a way of life like two moon snails. The choices we make are the best we can make on the day we make them. If we are lucky the effects of a foggy brain clear enough to do no harm, and yet it doesn't always turn out that way. So, these two moon snails re-group, and let the fog clear before choosing again.

Early in the posts here on Makua O`o I wrote about the ringing in my ears ... tinnitus. Yesterday I spent some time reading and considering the thoughts of Paul Toby a young concert pianist who has learned to accept and live with tinnitus. His experiences and his e-book are very encouraging. Living with Multiple Chemicals Sensitivities is a changeable reality, my senses have stretched to their limits and behind in many ways. My ears, as large as Buddha's, are a Calizar trademark. The practices Paul Toby outlines for learning to live with tinnitus begins with accepting that the ringing exists. Once more, I am given the lesson: stay still long enough to know NOW. My experiences with living with Multiple Chemical Sensitivities began more than fourteen years ago. I suspected something wasn't quite right and yet it was a decade and more before I accepted there was no SOMEWHERE ELSE to be safe and with danger of exposure. Pete and I tried to outrun the environment. That doesn't work.

Here is an excerpt from Paul Toby's e-book A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO TINNITUS-FREE LIVING

"I think for me, when I reached the point of realization that there is nothing anyone can do, and this journey was mine alone, I died. The Paul Tobey who had lived for 36 years on the planet earth died and a new man was born. I finally realized that no amount of anger,no amount of fear, no amount blaming, no amount of judging, no amount of persistence in trying to heal this thing, and no amount of searching was going bring about the ultimate cure. When I met that demon in my life, when I reached that point – I just finally broke down and surrendered. I had enormous fears about what I just had surrendered to. I was deeply mourning the loss of silence – a privilege I had taken for granted my whole life. I was also mourning the loss of the person I once knew as me..."

Like Paul Toby I live with tinnitus, as well as Multiple Chemical Sensitivities. The excerpt above describes the unavoidable point(s) of surrender that led me to one more spiritual awakening. But first, I must surrender and grieve. Yes, the inner silence is gone ... for a while, forever. Which ever, it is gone for now. Last night as I began to integrate some of the ideas from Toby's book, I found a way to bring very healing music into The Kitchenette. The chants of the Benedictine monks, deep, resonant tones relaxed us as they have in times past. It has been more than a year since we listened to those chants. Gently the deep tones relaxed the hold I had placed on the sadness and grief/stress and then the tears came. I cried, sobbed, released and slept more deeply than I have in many weeks.

As I read further I found two points that made a lot of sense to me, and fit my recipe for good health practices. First, Paul Toby discovered as many of us with Multiple Chemical Sensitivities discover and rediscover, you are what you eat. In Toby's case he discovered that certain foods raised the level of ringing in his ears; other foods lessened the ringing in his ears. Early on in his book, Toby cautions and encourages all who read, to consult a medical or health care practitioner for your personal assessment. What Toby does offer are non-medical options and a possibility that eating with your blood type in mind could help. Eating for your blood type is not a new concept for me, I have done this in years past for differing reasons. It makes sense for me to give it a try again. So, I am making some changes using the suggested eating guidelines ... a little at a time beginning today. I am a new blood human, a AB+ blood type. This food and blood type correlation has made sense to me for a long time. Now I have another incentive to work with this approach, tinnitus.

The second point Toby makes has to do with focus. Attending to the things that are the most important to me. Here's something Toby writes:
"Do you know the number one reason why most people don’t get what they want in life?

And I ask this in all my seminars. I ask, “What is the number one reason why most
people don’t get what they want in life? And the answer is very simple:
Most people simply don’t know what it is they want!

You need to adopt a really REALLY big goal. The reason is;
If you shoot for the stars you are at
least going to hit the moon!"
I'm including this bit from Paul Toby here on Makua O`o because at the base of his successful re-emergence as a full-blossomed human being, concert pianist, composer, inspirational speaker and new father, is Toby's awakening to the importance of connecting to ALL THAT IS, that which cannot be seen. VARDOFORTWO , the tiny moon snail like home we are creating is part of our fully-blooming life. It is ONE PART of the really big goal I have to hit the moon. My body requires many fine-tuning, I was asleep when the gods said 'there will be many fine-tuning', and must have thought there would be one to last the journey. I have so much to learn, and with a life like this, no end of lessons await me.