{"id":1332,"date":"2022-02-25T08:04:45","date_gmt":"2022-02-25T08:04:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/?p=1332"},"modified":"2024-03-13T11:53:17","modified_gmt":"2024-03-13T11:53:17","slug":"befriending-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/befriending-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"Befriending Grief"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">The experience of grief is not something we would ask for. Grief does not ask for our permission to exist.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 14pt;\">Grief is not only losing something or someone outside of our selves. When we lose someone we love, we lose a part of ourselves. It is heartrending.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">Steeped in our everyday exchanges , we are sublimated not to think about death. In my Chinese tradition, some might say it&#8217;s bad luck to speak about dying. In response, we say &#8220;Choi,&#8221; in Cantonese, to ward off the words \u2013 or even just having those thoughts \u2013 articulated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">You could say that reckoning with grief is like trying to stare at the sun. If you look at it directly, it blinds you. But, it illuminates <em>everything<\/em>. Our world revolves around it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">That&#8217;s because Grief has a twin called Love.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Someone who has worked in palliative care and author of <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3InFXWq\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Die Wis<\/span><\/strong><strong><span style=\"color: #993300;\">e: A Manifesto for Sanity and Soul<\/span><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0Stephen Jenkinson says this,<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\"> <strong><em>&#8220;Grief is a way of loving that which has slipped from view&#8230;<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and love is a way of grieving that which it has not yet done so.&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\"><br \/>\nAnd if we can stand in the sun and take this in for a minute, I believe this will lead us to a place of love again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">Put another way, befriending grief on a daily basis passes us through a threshold from floating along in live to a certain sense of wakefulness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">Like the emphasis we give to our dental hygiene, what we need now is a society of individuals who values and engages in the process of waking up on daily \u2013 twice a day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Wakefulness is the hidden prerequisite to presence.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">And what constitutes this contemplation of daily waking up? To be a practitioner of grief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">This is not a grim and austere exercise. Instead, it rends our hearts open to reality&#8230; a reality that doesn&#8217;t need our consent, that life is finite. Because of its finality, evermore the poignancy of our living.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">Buy a flower and put it on your dining table. Its presence differs to a plastic creation. The living flower will wither, the fake models what&#8217;s real, but never so. Yet, the flower&#8217;s existence penetrates into our consciousness (and if we learn to take it in) of both its temporalness and its gravity of beauty.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia, Palatino;\">A way to grief is to slow down time to love, and a way to love is to befriend grief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>See related:<span style=\"color: #993300;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/loveandloss\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"> Love&#8217;s Near Other\u2013Loss<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,3],"tags":[109,129,22],"class_list":["post-1332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-psychological","category-reflections","tag-grief","tag-loss","tag-love","post-preview"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1332"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1332\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1496,"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1332\/revisions\/1496"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/darylchow.com\/fullcircles\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}