Part 2 of a 3 part series inspired by Pema Chodron’s book, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times (and others)…
Part 1 of this series can be found here: When Things Fall Apart: The Practice
Part 2: Gone Baby Gone
The very definition of a mother is selfless service to another – Ann Crittenden
If I am guilty of grievous attachment to one particular expectation for my life, it is the idea that I will certainly, absolutely, have a child; a soft, smiling baby with those curiously small toes who will complete my experience on earth, and make me whole.
Of course this child will be charming and entirely precocious (in whatever way she likes, even in her differences). The quirkier the better, I say. I will put to good use all of the years of practice I’ve had preaching to parents about the importance of letting children bang on pots and pans, paint with zeal, construct elaborate forts from the couch cushions, and solve their own problems.
My friends describe me as the kind of uncommon person who actually prefers children to most adults. It’s true; I like their style. Children will tell you they love you right after they tell you that you have flat hair. They are thrilled by cake batter covered spoons, and will always laugh at your jokes about underpants. Children are full of wonder, and believe in fairies.
Don’t think I romanticize. I am experienced with diaper rash, emergency room trips, fevers, and tantrums. I am ready for sleep deprivation, and a severely curtailed social life. I’m CPR/First Aid certified, and ready to take whatever that little person dishes out, not to mention what I’m ready to give.
Having a child is my destiny, I am certain of it.
Never mind the troubling fact that I’m on the wrong side of 40 and single. I’ve always been one to ignore the “biological clock” chanting nay-sayers; after all, medical miracles happen every day to mature women who would like a family (Joan Lunden anyone?).
With destiny unquestionably on my side, I set off cheerfully to the fertility clinic.
Confronting Ignorance with Compassion: Sitting Down
What’s encouraging about meditation is that even if we shut down, we can no longer shut down in ignorance. We see very clearly that we’re closing off. That in itself begins to illuminate the darkness of ignorance.
Things fell apart slowly, over two years, and seven attempts to become pregnant. I smiled through the no coffee, no alcohol, prenatal vitamins and foul smelling Chinese herbs. I happily lived most frugally during the expensive fertility treatments. For month after month, I was Tina Fey in Baby Mama, grimacing through the ‘not pregnant’ red line and vowing to try again. This couldn’t be happening to me. Not me.
When a rock star fertility specialist told me that my chances of having a healthy child (who is genetically related to me) was less than 3 percent, I knew it was game over. How did this happen? How did I let myself get so old before I took the bull by the horns, so to speak? My habit of conveniently ignoring what doesn’t suit me came back to bite me in the ass, with heavy consequences.
My ‘ignorance’ qualified as ‘not knowing,’ but also included ‘not wanting to know.’ This willful ignorance was hard for me to face, since now it was undoable and it made me mad at everyone, mostly myself.
In “Working with Negativity,” Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche says that there’s nothing wrong with the essential arising of any emotion or life situation. But where it gets problematic is what we make of that, how we make matters worse with how we work with our mind: resentment, bitterness, blame, and on and on.
It wasn’t until I remembered compassion that I was able to let go of the anger. It wasn’t until I started sitting again that I remembered compassion.
Mediation fosters compassion, compassion helps with self-pity.
Clear seeing is another way of saying that we have less self-deception. Through the process of practicing the technique day in and day out, year after year, we begin to be very honest with ourselves.
So I sat myself down and remembered kindness. It sure comes in handy with the ‘clear seeing’ part.
Meditation takes us just as we are, with our confusion and our sanity. This complete acceptance of ourselves as we are is a simple, direct relationship with our being. We call this maitri, loving-kindness toward ourselves and others.
Then Came the Sadness: Cultivating Fearlessness
I have always dreaded sadness. In my experience, it has been a visitor with a very bad habit of overstaying its welcome. Reeking like old fish, it hangs on, stinking up my life with soggy tissues and bad television. When I finally gathered the courage to face up to the emotion itself – the clean, tender sadness, without feeding it my sad, sad story, or diverting myself with various numbing rituals, I learned that it didn’t kill me. It didn’t kill me at all.
I experienced my emotional distress instead of making a drama out of it.
We practice dropping whatever story we are telling ourselves and leaning into the emotions and the fear. We stay with the emotion, experience it, and leave it as it is, without proliferating. Thus we train in opening the fearful heart to the restlessness of our own energy. We learn to abide with the experience of our emotions.
For the warrior, this experience of sad and tender heart, this genuine heart of sadness, is what gives birth to fearlessness. Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. You are willing to share your heart with others. – Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
It’s funny how a little courage goes a long way. Sadness and I are friends now.
Then Came the Joy: Daily Aspirations
We make the choice, moment by moment, to be fully here. Attending to our present-moment mind and body is a way of being tender toward self, toward others, and toward the world. This quality of attention is inherent in our ability to love.
I have found that the daily practice of setting aspirations and cultivating a state of appreciation is not only useful, but transforming. It’s the holiest thing I do – creating a personal sense of ceremony around my daily aspirations.
The idea is to dig into the idea of cultivating – actually sowing the seeding of happiness instead of trying to avoid pain. Such a simple idea, yet somewhat harder to remember to do since it’s an active, engaged practice requiring a certain amount of effort.
Authentic joy is not a euphoric state or a feeling of being high. Rather, it is a state of appreciation that allows us to participate fully in our lives
In the same way that turning up the corners of your mouth into a slight smile in yoga practice can cause a profound shift in your body, taking the time to set intentions or aspirations for the day can set your course toward whatever you intend.
You begin with a sense of intention and go from there.
Note: all quotes in this article are from Pema Chodron, unless otherwise specified.
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