I can't help but to say it again: Emotions are not weakness, they are human. People in pain don't need pity, but they don't need to be ignored or placated either. They need validation that indeed what they're enduring is difficult; they need assurance that they don't go unseen in their struggle; they need another to look on them with empathy and compassion, to slightly lighten the burden and isolation of pain, by being present in it with them; they need to not pretend it isn't happening or call it good to make themselves feel better; they need someone to cry because they're crying. Sadly, pain is a part of this life. As much as it'd be easier to go on intentionally blind to it, we are more likely to have better connected families, better functioning societies, and all around healthier relationships, if we stopped running away from other people's pain, stopped trying to fix it, or explain it away, but embraced it to move through it.
These are just my thoughts; maybe, really no one should read them, for they are pointless to the continuous turning of the world...then again, maybe not.
Monday, February 15, 2016
To Be Alive & to Be Human
I can't help but to say it again: Emotions are not weakness, they are human. People in pain don't need pity, but they don't need to be ignored or placated either. They need validation that indeed what they're enduring is difficult; they need assurance that they don't go unseen in their struggle; they need another to look on them with empathy and compassion, to slightly lighten the burden and isolation of pain, by being present in it with them; they need to not pretend it isn't happening or call it good to make themselves feel better; they need someone to cry because they're crying. Sadly, pain is a part of this life. As much as it'd be easier to go on intentionally blind to it, we are more likely to have better connected families, better functioning societies, and all around healthier relationships, if we stopped running away from other people's pain, stopped trying to fix it, or explain it away, but embraced it to move through it.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Hope Amid Pain
to ever get over this.
I have no hope
to ever find this.
I have no desire.
I have no desire but
to have you in my arms.
I have no desire
for anyone else.
I have no desire
to remove you
from my heart.
I have no desire
to risk this very pain again.
I have no desire
to look this pain in the eye.
I have a void.
A void sits heavy
in the middle of me,
A weighty emptiness,
a crushing lack.
And it eats at me, taunts me.
It toys with my sense of reality,
And gnaws at my sense of security.
It seems to deceive me,
And far from relieve me.
It dances in the empty place, the void.
Driving my stomach to knots.
It struggles, as a dying flicker in the darkness.
Hope.
I had hope,
now it teases me.
While the pain pulls me down,
And the doubt steals the very air.
Hope,
It allows me to breathe,
And yet takes my breath away.
A thing ever so sure and yet fearsome
wrought with risk of the very heart.
Hope.
Friday, January 29, 2016
To Run Freely
(Even if you couldn't care less about running, stick with me here...)
I even used to have knee pain, well lo and behold, it went away when I became a regular runner (don't worry, science supports this "anomaly"). Well, that is for about three years until this summer. It was July, after my move into my current place. I was trying to find a new route, I was slowly sliding away from a regimen because I missed my run over the two prettiest bridges in this great city. Now I was getting cat-called and dodging traffic, running boring square blocks which make the distance more agonizing. So close to home one day, I planted wrong. I wobbled, recovered and finished my way home.
Fast forward past a lot of painful movements and boring rest, I started working with a trainer. My goal was to try to correct the running-only imbalance I figured I'd created in my leg muscles by adding other exercises. A few weeks in things were going great, I was enjoying getting strong again and accomplishing more things I didn't expect (hello, single leg walkout, you're a beast). All it took was one wrong deadlift (and honestly, probably not enough stretching...guilty!) I tried to rest. Apparently I'm resistant to good reaction to injury, because regular icing and compression were not of interest to me. I just went on babying that leg, and gave up deadlifts along with all other exercise. The effects were nuanced in ways I won't bother to explain, but the kind of things that if you know your body, you can spot if they're off.
Skip the other boring stuff to land at today: My first physical therapy appointment to treat the mysterious knee-ish pain that has died to a very mild discomfort. I felt a little silly explaining to anyone that I was starting PT for what seemed to be a perfectly healthy leg. But I can't run, and well, that is a problem. As the therapist examined me, he compared my unaffected leg with the injured. I learned that my feelings were not unfounded, but some muscles had compensated to alleviate the hurt one, which was likely injured because something in other muscles elsewhere were too tight. In just one day's treatment, I felt a difference. Not only could I see how weak my leg had become all due to one injured muscle, but I saw the hope that it will feel right again.
As I'm in the midst of a great injury to my heart, I can't help but see it in everything right now, and my wonky left leg is no exception. Injury is very real, and pushing through the pain is not actually healthy and no one is impressed when you try. Weakness is sometimes a part of life, we can't always be strong. In the very act of participation, we are vulnerable to hurt. With my knee, I eventually gave up doing certain movements altogether, for fear that it would aggravate the mostly dormant pain. I waited unnecessarily long to truly deal with the pain, and the pain informed my life.
Often old injuries inform our lives now. The actions we take, the words we say or the way we say them can be determined by pain that has dulled to a subtle ache, but still twinges when we revisit the action that hurt it in the first place. There is often a temptation to baby the area, which might only create a dysfunction of another area that overlaps or borders the injured one. In trying to ignore the pain, keep a stiff upper lip, and wait for it to go away, we don't realize we are creating habits that will only continue to hurt us, in a different way.
This is something I'm passionate about, acknowledging our past pains so that in the present we can act based on relevant factors, not based on fear. I know many of my past friendships even have changed the way I move in my relationships today, sometimes in an unhealthy way. In the aftermath of a breakup, there is an immediate temptation to react by declaring I will never embark on romance ever again. If I decide that and baby my injured heart, I'm fairly certain I never will embark on that endeavor again.
What physical therapy aims to do (at least in my case) is loosen the tight spots, and retrain the weak muscles to do their part. It's an uncomfortable and inconvenient process and my leg is slightly sore from the muscle work I did today, but it's completely worth a shot at running in a few months! This is what we often need to do with our emotional and relational hurts. Find the triggers and work toward changing things so that there is more balance, and less dysfunction. Stretch out self-reflection and grace for others; retrain actions, reactions, and priorities; set goals that you work toward and then assess after some time.
It will not be easy, it won't be pain free, but the end results are worth the work. It all depends, where are you inhibited, and do you desire to run freely?
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
All The Loves Before
Though, I don't know what to.
What reality is the aching of my heart
revealing to me?
Maybe it was too high,
or maybe I'm giving up too easy.
Maybe ... it wasn't true at all,
and the impending reality of it all falling through
causes me to grasp
at any shred of true hope left.
and this is just a part of life, - loving and letting go.
And it's terribly too soon to say,
but it makes me scared at the thought
of ever trying again.
with every passing fancy over the years,
And it seems you might not fully know
the weight of your love,
til it's pouring out in endless tears that fall.
And see,
all the loves before
were never love at all.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Heart Unguarded: Worth It
While this was my first romantic relationship, this isn't my first rodeo. I have loved deeply and let go a few times before in my life, usually far less mutually. Okay...not at all mutually. It's always painful. In those other situations, immediately I viewed the history of each relationship in a painful way, a sort of regret. And this one, while it's painful I have no regret for opening my heart up to someone who absolutely deserved my love.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Righteous in Our Warm Beds
A few weeks ago I caved and bought a space heater. One that has a timer setting so I can schedule it to heat up my room a bit in the morning before my alarm. $30 for a wee baby space heater!
At work, we're gearing up for our partner churches to help pack and give away wool blankets with toiletries, and a few warm items wrapped up in the middle to homeless people. We call these, Homeless Care Kits.
It was quite sobering when nearly a year ago I started working for this amazing organization. I learned about things I'd been pleasantly ignorant to before: one being the pain of homelessness. But I'd also never truly paid due attention to the way God's love was meant to intersect that pain, just as it does all others. I spent the first few weeks at this job, learning about what the bible says about how we ought show compassion to all, and especially the "the least of these," as Jesus called them.
The most startling realization was in Matthew 25. Here He tells us that if we do not do these things, we have ignored Him; we have not fed, clothed, or quenched the thirst of our Savior. This passage couldn't be more clear, I dare someone to try and water it down (though not really, if you read it that way, keep it to yourself) and yet we have so many other concepts in the bible we'd rather hang our hat on. Jesus clearly laid out, both in word and by example what compassion looked like.
Compassion doesn't resemble judgment. Nor does it resemble fear for our supposed safety. It does however get referred to here as an act of the righteous - biblically meaning those who are in right standing with the requirements of God. That means Jesus was saying, this is part of what it means to be in right standing of me.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
The Call: The Good Fight
**Disclaimer: This piece was written pre-deconstruction of religious beliefs and faith system. Many of these beliefs inform the sentiments of the writing and are not in alignment with my values. As this is a part of my journey and an extensive blog over years, I have chosen not to remove a majority of my posts written on faith. Please as a reader, take this into consideration and take what works for you, leave what does not. I also apologize for any harm my words from this past perspective may cause to any readers.**
Tonight while walking to my car downtown, a man approached me. Addressing me politely and seeming perplexed, he queried, "You from here? ('Born and raised!') Is everyone always this mean? And this cold - it's awful!" "I love it here, the cold's the worst part -- and the passive aggressive."
He was a week new to Minneapolis from LA, his job moved him, and lo and behold, his car got towed tonight. He paid cash to park in a lot, but somehow got towed - his wallet in the car, and only $100 cash on him, short the towing fee by $18. He told me how everyone he tried to get help from, let alone talk to, in the last two hours was downright rude to him. A guy from LA. The police were "a-holes", yes he self-censored and then apologized. He told me how he went up to another lady, with the same gentleness and courtesy, began explaining his predicament when literally she ran away. He was perplexed and kept telling me I was peaceful, that he'd spent two hours stressed and cold, but now he felt calm.
We passed a DID (peacekeeping) officer who seemed suspicious at the mere sight of us walking together - apparently someone who the man had sought help from earlier, ironically. I made sure to loudly imply I was walking with this man fully consensually, under no coercion.
We talked as we walked, he said he didn't understand why when he needed help, the cops treated him the way they did. I bluntly retorted, "Do ya watch the news at all - have you heard what's being goin' on around here, lately? Yeah, they're a little on edge, not to pardon it by any means, but it is probably why."
The gentleman was a tall, heavier set, likely middle class, middle-aged black man. Wore glasses. In a mellow in but lively downtown, between 6pm and 8pm, no one would help him or give him the time of day.
Before he spoke to me, I'd seen him walking, I knew I'd encounter him on the sidewalk as I intersected it. I had a moment to choose, and I let it be a small one. Not a wink of fear in me, and why should there be? I didn't notice him for any other reason than he was a person, and so I engaged him, walked with him, and helped him, because he's a person and my city did him wrong.
We're so fearful we overlook, or we jump to conclusions. We leave people in the freezing cold because of our fear. It pains me to think of how we fail each other. It appalls me that assuming something about someone without even interacting with them, rather only by their skin, is somehow justifiable!
I almost told him this was how I was raised, but - no disrespect to my parents - it's not that. It is however that my God instructs me to value each and every life, because He does. My God calls me to trust Him for my safety, not to fear for it as a means to secure it, whilst trampling His beloved.
I am astonished to hear "bible-believing Christians" perpetuating and defending their hateful fear as self-preservation. Tell me where Jesus taught that?
He did however say, "Whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me." (Matt 25, good chapter, check it out!) Earlier, He says the righteous did not ignore the least of these. This is by no means to say that others are lesser than us, but that somehow we as a society have let others become less, although their value is truly the same as anyone else's. They have inherent value and importance, as expressed by Christ himself for whom we call ourselves Christians.
I'm certainly not writing this to toot my own horn, so if you insist to perceive it this way, your ears are probably closed anyway; go ahead, quit now. This moment tonight was humbling. When these opportunities present themselves I consider it an honor to risk whatever to show someone kindness, while I lean into the Father's protection over me. To get to play a small role, and give away that which was so graciously given to me; to bring peace to someone's chaos; to bring support to someone's loneliness. This is our call. This is the good fight. This is mercy triumphing over judgment.