“Return.” That’s what ancient Chinese sages called the Winter Solstice, when they asked people to cease travel, stay home, and celebrate in warmth. Coming immediately after “Disintegration” in their system of the I Ching, Return is an especially beautiful moment of peace, one I can now resonate with. When I started this tradition of Winter Solstice messages, I titled the first one “2020 was Different,” smiled at the understatement, and was thankfully unaware of what more “different” was still coming in 2021 and ‘22, for me at least. Ironically, this year that has brought more “disintegration” globally has been one for me personally – finally – that has been less “different.”
It's still had loss – becoming an empty-nester – but at least this time,
it’s of the celebratory sort. And right now, I have both kids home for
Christmas for a few weeks – yay! My son
graduated from college, moved into a home he’s leasing with good friends, and
secured a great position working for a warm and dedicated legislator at the OR
State Capitol. Three months later, my
daughter, now a college sophomore, also moved out into a home she’s leasing
with friends, and even took the cat. I
knew I’d miss the kids, but I didn’t realize how much I’d miss the cat! I plan to find one of my own, but my current work
as a substitute teacher lacks the stable routine to introduce a pet, so I’ll
wait for the summer.
When
I was asked recently to compare substitute teaching to having my own class, I
paused. Hmm. It depends on your moment in life. There is something very special about
watching your own students rise into their success. That moment when their “light” turns on, and
they “get it,” and produce something amazing, after you’ve been pumping them up
for weeks – “You got this!” – and they don’t think so, and then they finally do
and surprise themselves and delight you, is Magic. For a time, I lived for that Magic. But I also didn’t get to “leave” work; some
of it was always coming home with me. Itching
to write, substituting is now a blessing.
As my blog shows, I had been writing
while teaching, but it was a constant challenge not only to find the time but
also the mental space for it. Having
completed the book I was blogging, “Just like Eve,”
I am now working on another behind the scenes.
I hope to show future publishers with this blog, especially “Just like
Eve,” they can trust me as an author.
I had never anticipated when I began
“Just like Eve,” quite how much I would identify with my heroine Jasmine,
accused of being “just like Eve,” who through her marital shakeup, forbidden
love, eviction from church, and her own research into the figure of Eve, even from the biblical story's plain text, and, even more, in its
own language, discovers both Eve’s heroism and her own. Calling the book a “spiritual quest novel,” I
also didn’t know how many of my own trials I’d face while I was writing
story and how much these trials would teach me about myself, about life, and
how to find it in its abundance.
I’ve seen how hard, yet important, is to
maintain honesty through our trials, facing them without pretending “resilience”
or blaming anyone else. When I was
brainstorming my 2022 Winter Solstice message
in November 2022, I intended a message of hope after loss. Then on December 2 came the next loss, the
fire to the racquet center where I worked, played, and met with friends. Hadn’t I been through enough? Of the fire, I recalled that classic ‘90s
sitcom and said, “If Cheers went up in fire, Sam and Diane would have lost more
than just their jobs.”
The
planned optimism of last year’s Winter Solstice message was replaced with one
my mom called “too dark.” “It’s honest”
I said, noting that the message already contained my reply: “we need to
learn to allow ourselves to enter into the darkness and be honest that we feel
it, and that it is hard.” If I had tried to pretend optimism, I might
have found surface peace, but not true peace. That comes only by way of truth and the type of Return the sages considered
the most meaningful: the one that carries us back to our original, truest
selves, that self before our culture has conditioned us into something else.
Through this process, including my own trials of “disintegration,” I’ve landed onto something amazing. There’s a remarkable place of miracles just beyond the five senses, and once you can reliably tap into it and conquer the forces trying to keep you out, you find that peace. And if you can see your trials as entry points into it, you’ll gain a fresh perspective on everything that happens. I hope you’ve been discovering this or will soon. May 2024 be a year when we all come toward peace.
For
any curious about some of these I've learned, here is
a capsule from one of my 2023 posts, Letting Go Part 2: Life without Hands:
Humility: when your teenage daughter is
bathing you and your college student son is clipping your fingernails, you have
to become very humble very quick.
Take
nothing for granted: when
you celebrate a thumb that works so you can dress yourself, you start to see
how much you’ve taken for granted.
A
gentle touch: You
don’t realize how hard your touch can be until every touch brings you
pain. You’re starting to get better, so you’re now opening doors,
pressing the walk button at a crosswalk, closing your dresser drawer, shaking
someone’s hand, patting your teenager on the back for a job well done,
squirting out hand cream, and knocking out those coffee grounds: those things
you’ve done every day for years and taken for granted, and now they bring
pain. You wonder if your touch has been too hard, and then you wonder if
your speech has been too hard, and if you need to seek a more gentle way to
touch, to speak, and to live.
Forgive
yourself:
You were foolish and you fell. Now forgive yourself and learn.
Release
yourself from other people’s expectations: there are those who think you should heal fast and
get back to life. But your body knows, and it tells you. Listen to
your body and set yourself free from those who think they know your body better
than you do.
Show
compassion: If
you find yourself impatient with anyone, remember they might have just
fallen. Maybe they can’t use their hands. Maybe there’s something
else they can’t do that you can’t see. Show compassion.
Slow
down! You’ve
forgiven yourself – good. But if you don’t want to re-injure yourself,
slow down!
Let
Go! No
matter where you are, where you’ve been, how hard you’ve fallen, nor how stupid
you were when you fell, let it all go.
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