Struggling. A long delayed relapse of MS symptoms has infiltrated my life. Perhaps it is a sign that I am safely home at Kendal and can let down into the ensuing affect of the days, weeks, and months of stress around Richard’s illness and death. Before that calamity, my own health issues were causing us both stress in the last few years before his cancer diagnosis. I was the one who was pulling away into a declining body unable to easily move about the world for practical or social engagements. Once it became clear Richard was now the one in dire straights, I somehow arose to the critical occasion and surprised everyone, especially myself, by handling the unraveling of our former lives.
I had enormous hands on and moral support to accomplish any of it, but still, I was turned inside out to face the world. My translucent inward facing stance surrendered to the solid gravity of my life. I was pulled firmly earthward to embrace his death and my own clear choice to live. My body seems to be the battleground for playing out my personal version of the duality of life/death. An MS lesion on my spine at T6 (nothing new, I have been working with my physical therapists for years around muscular issues at this site) is very inflamed and is causing back pain, limiting the expansion of the muscles I use to breathe deeply, and creating a general MS malaise all too familiar to me.
I landed here eager to remain outside of my cocoon and launched myself like a newly energized butterfly investigating new activities, meeting hundreds of new people within weeks and enjoying conversations with strangers at every meal. With no Richard as my back-up for quiet, existential intimacy, it has been quite a stretch. Lately, spending lots of time alone in my room has felt fine though even after the short time I have been here, people did wonder where I had gone. I am not willing to withdraw from life in the ways I did before, and this is not a place that encourages it. On the other hand, no one has bugged me behind my closed door and I am not much on the nurse’s radar because I do not receive daily medications from them. Which suits me well. As long as they see me going on my way to and from meals, what I do before or after them is not questioned.
Struggle diminishes the minute I don’t see this re-balancing of inward and outward focus as a problem. I can feel ill and remain quietly alone, replenishing my introverted well. I see now that I will spontaneously move out into my new world when I am ready. Both directions are fine, neither one better or worse than another. In fact, in moments of clarity, I don’t see much of a difference anymore. Inward or outward lose directional distinction when I embrace the underlying silence of being that I am courting and being courted by.
5 thoughts on “Opening the Cocoon”
I remember my first time at Friends General Conference experiencing the stimulation of thousands of new Quakers to get to know, and dozens of fora to engage in. An eager energized butterfly, I overdid it and had to go to ER for rehydration and anti-nausea. I have something to send you when you’re rested and more re-energized.
Hi Bob, I thank you for tracking me and am wishing you well in orienting into your own new landscape. I look forward to your sendings, always. Blessings, Judi
I love you so. Your writings are a refuge and relief for me from the one-sided everything-is-perfect postings that sometimes fill my screen from other blogs and sources. And I wish there were no, or less painful struggle for you. And I know that so much of it abates with surrender of the thinking positional mind — good reminder. My heart is with you.
Love that ‘positional thinking mind’…blessings always in your travels inward and outward.J
I have been in a retreat for a week– tibetan buddhist practices for death. and what became clear, including in some study of the gorgeous and profound spiritual masterpiece (now in a new translation of the entire text, a first) The Tibetan Book of the Dead, is that there is something so wholly positive that pervades everything and everyone, not in the “power of positive thinking” self-helpy sense, but in the much deeper reality of our Being.
This is something you have been writing about, from your own experience, for many months– the underlying luminous and infinite openness of being that is all-pervasive.
it is such a deep and hard practice to encounter that when one is suffering physically, emotionally.
We are that, and then seem to lose it. again and again.
but i always feel in your writings that there is something you so utterly trust, even when you
can’t, or seemingly can’t. if that makes sense…
yes, you are finding your rhythms,
your heart speaks with so much clarity and realness. it’s a blessing to read your words