By Rev. Amari Magdalena
A recent program that I listened to on NPR discussed the
impact of loss and grief on the airplane crash victim’s families. It got me thinking about all of the large and
small losses, and resultant grief, that we each experience on this physical
plane over a lifetime. Some of our
losses we more easily recover from under the old adage, “live and learn.” The big
ones may take a lot more time and for those we may find acceptance on some
levels yet may not ever fully recover in the sense of being the same person we
were before the loss.
Years ago I wrote in a poem, “Or
would the moment die its own fleeting death anyway ...As we are living and
dying in moments.” This was
not meant to be fatalistic rather a recognition that there are all kinds of
deaths that we come to cope with over our time on this Earth; each in our own
way. The path to coping and acceptance are as varied as the causes or
conditions of the deaths.
There were two times in my life that I’ve felt overwhelming
grief at death. One was the year that
Martin Luther King, my cousin Patsy and Bobby Kennedy died in April, May and
June correspondingly. I could not fathom
such grief at loss of leadership and a young, beautiful cousin. It took a good
year to find some peace with their individual and collective passing.
The other time was even more egregious. Within a period of three years, I lost a 3-year-old
grandson, a 52-year-old sister and a 17-year-old nephew. I’d had a premonition that major grief was
about to descend several weeks before the first death; thankfully I was given
no idea whatsoever what was to come. And, the grief wasn’t over I sensed after
our beautiful Diego was gone. What a
roll-a-coaster ride those short years were.
Each of us must find a path through our grief and
losses. What saved me with the latter griefs ultimately was the grounding that
daily sustains me through earth-based practices and the medicine wheel of life.
I feel extremely fortunate that I found this path as it has sustained me as no
other in my lifetime.
In working with my personal grief, and others in
my family and pastoral counseling, I’ve seen that there is no formula or time
frame for processing grief. The ‘get
over it’ mentality that so very many people espouse to avoid deep feelings,
just doesn’t work. The degree of loss
includes: the circumstance of the loss; the people or loved pets involved; the
place one is in their life; the supportive environment or lack thereof; the
time in life; etc.
For some people, counseling is effective; for
others grief support groups. Others may
take solace in their religious or spiritual practices. I believe there is no
right way. Each of us, with some support,
or help, can find a pathway that works.
I’m also struck by what I said in the poem, we
are living and dying in moments. That
knowledge, for me, means that I want to embrace my life in the now with
appreciation for each day and the people who are now in my life. It also means that I can treasure what is
presented to me today without worrying about what might be taken away tomorrow
or what was taken in the past.
Dia de los
Muertos ceremonies are a wondrous way to celebrate our friends and family who’ve
stepped through the veil. At that time when
the veils are thinnest between the material and ethereal worlds, we can bring
into our presence those loved ones and celebrate them. At other times, memories and pictures help us
keep a loving connection with our beloveds.
Birth, life and death are the triumvirate we all
live with. Being gentle with ourselves,
allowing grief it’s due, and coming to feel thankful for whatever time is
allotted us and our dear ones, can move us a long way to acceptance and
appreciation for the fragility of this wondrous play, Life. The key is living and loving.
[53 Past Blogs are in my book "Shaman Talk" available in softcover and ebook on Amazon.com]