Sunday, January 29, 2012

i carry you with me...





i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear...


here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings


Tattoos as a form of ritual and meaning are not a recent phenomena. The art of tattooing occurred even 5000 years ago. It is said that during the Crusades, Christians tattooed a cross on their hand or arm to ensure they would receive a proper Christian burial.

Bereavement or memorial tattoos using concrete or metaphoric images have become widely popular in the past several decades as adaptive mourning rituals. Grief rituals contain symbolic elements, presence of emotions, presence of spirituality, meta-awareness of performing rituals remembrance, and chosen others to participate in the ritual” (Gowensmith, 2000).
I've had several regular readers ask me to post more information about my back tattoo. The reason for my own tattooing is very intimate. I do it mindfully so that I may mark those profound experiences of suffering, love, and transfiguration. And also, to furrow those enduring connections to my beloved Dead deep in my being.
The above photo was taken last week at Red Rock Crossing in Sedona, Arizona by Tim Condron, an amazingly talented photographer. It says:

The soul still sings in the darkness telling of the beauty she found there; and daring us not to think that because she passed through such tortures of anguish, doubt, dread, and horror, as has been said, she ran any the more danger of being lost in the night.
Nay, in the darkness did she, rather, find herself.

--St. John, Dark Night of the Soul

There are two alchemical symbols at the bottom of this verbiage, one for brass and one for gold. They represent something Sant Keshavadas once said which rendered me speechless:

Go ahead, light your candles, burn your incense, ring your bells, and call out to G*d, but look out. Because G*d will come and He will put you on his anvil and He will fire up his forge, and He will beat you and beat you until He turns brass to pure gold.

For me, there were no two more meaningful proclamations about the dark night of soul that so many traumatically bereaved endure. From formlessness into the kiln, and from the kiln into transformation.

The tattoo was done by a local artist, Siva Om, and they contain the ashes of my dead child.

To some, this may seem macabre.

To me, it is pure love born of the fire. And now, everywhere I go,
"i carry ^her^ with me"


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If you have a memorial tattoo, what does it mean for you?



Wednesday, January 25, 2012

G*d closed my eyes: Now I can see


"For a man to truly know his path, he must close his eyes and walk in the dark."
San Juan de la Cruz


The movie, Bella, was one of my favorite "happy-ending" films of all time. In particular, this scene moved me to tears.

G*d closed my eyes: Now I can see.

Those words, the first time I saw the film, elicited tears from deep within the well of my heart.

Sublime.

Blindlessness is the ability to look but not really see. I've been practicing mindful seeing for several years now ("practicing" being the key). And the world truly comes alive when we truly see it.

People. Emotions. Stones. Insects. Blinking lights. Engines. Cold breezes. Birds. Detritus. Flowers. Clouds. Soil. Garbage. Did I say people?

I've been noticing a man who is blind recently. I've seen him three times. And as I've watched him circumnavigate the neighborhood, I found myself marveling at the way he truly sees and knows the world far more intimately than I.

While at Starbucks this morning, I stood behind two people, as a large crowd came through the door. At the end of this crowd was the man who is blind. He came in last, behind the others. I watched him come through the door slowly, his probing cane leading the path, and he lined up, with deliberate accuracy, seven customers behind me as I was ready to place my own order.

Spontaneously as I placed my order, I surreptitiously added a $20 gift card for the cashier to give him anonymously. I didn't have a Kindness Project card ready, but it didn't matter at all. I whispered to the cashier, "If he asks, tell him its because of his beauty in the world as part of the Kindness Project."

I hurriedly left and sat in my usual spot outside, around the corner, thinking about my own sight, both the literal and the figurative. And my home. And my family. And my job. And two legs. And food and running water. And friends. And Chey... and feeling thankful. Yes, thankful.

About 15 minutes later, he came out, his coffee in hand, and with an ear-to-ear smile that brought tears to my blindless eyes.

Perhaps, in that moment, and without even knowing, that stranger opened my eyes so that I could really see.





Tuesday, January 3, 2012

FOX News and Alan Colmes: Is there any historical memory at all?


There is outrage and deep sadness in the world of bereaved parents. Alan Colmes, of FOX News, called Republican Presidential Candidate, Rick Santorum, "crazy" for spending time at home with their newborn baby, Gabriel, who died two hours after birth.

Now, I don't talk politics because they are private and I prefer to protect my political views. What is not private about me is that I am fiercely pacifistic, give often and freely to charity, believe that human beings have a moral and spiritual responsibility to care for one another, and that I care deeply about Mother Earth, exemplified by nearly four decades of vegetarianism and other lifestyle choices. I will also say, and this will not surprise my readers, that I would not vote for Santorum.

So, politics aside, what Alan Colmes said was despicable. Not only despicable, but ignorant. In addition, the public commentary is even more disturbing. People politicizing the apolitical. The death of a child is not partisan. And I'm guessing that how much a parent loves and attaches to his or her child has nothing to do with being red or blue or green or tea. Jacques Ellul, law professor and philosopher, speaks of this politicization process in the book Political Illusion:

"...The first great evil from which most other evils spring is politicization (the act of suffusing everything with politics and dragging it into the political arena)... Anything not political does not arouse widespread interest; it is not accorded any independent existence in our politicized world."

Politicizing the death of a child.

Beyond that egregious violation, the thanaphobia and ignorance of death in our society continue to astound me. Public comments such as: "It's morbid to spend time with a dead body," and "Who wants to be around a dead person?" and "Only creepy people touch the dead" and "That's just not normal" baffle me.

Actually, on the Gaussian curve of history, the entire idea of strangers taking care of our dead is the abnormal thing. Do people truly believe the funeral industry has existed for centuries? Uh. Who do you suppose took care of the dead 100 years ago? Heck, 50 years ago in some places. Families did. And it was often a much more humane and healing process of farewell. Yes, people took care of their own dead. The institutionalization of birth and death, occurring around the same time, is a contemporary phenomena. Bringing your child home after death is common practice in many areas of the Western world today (New Zealand and Australia for example). Dead children were laid out in the White House. Today, indigenous cultures continue take care of their dead. And, the home funeral movement is making a strong comeback. Ethnocentrism = nonplussed. Has this "expert" ever taken an anthropology class or has she counseled bereaved parents for 15 years or has she been with a mother who had to give birth to a baby prematurely knowing the baby will die, or has she been with a father who just found his dead infant in the crib or has she been with a family in the hospital whose teenager was just struck by a car or with a family whose young child was dying of cancer or been with a family as they disconnected their child from life support? No? She hasn't? Well, in that case, Helen Merrell Lynd has something to say to this expert and others who engage more in judging, shaming, and blaming others than expressing metta (loving kindness) or karuna (compassion) to others:

It is relatively easy to entertain multiple possibilities of truth and of right action if one remains a spectator on the sidelines.

-Helen Merrell Lynd


People. Get over your death anxiety/aversion/fear/avoidance. Death is, as Anne Morrow Lindbergh noted, the "great leveler". Let's hope its never your child, but even if its not, someday someone you love very, very deeply will die. Death will mark you. I assure you. Death will mark you. And He is a great teacher. Being with Death and accepting the reality of your fate- and the fate of all those you love- will make your life bigger, not smaller. Ritual is normal, human, and a sacred part of the human experience.

So, if you dare and if you have the courage it takes to live a very big life, take a glimpse into the life of Layla, a beloved friend's baby girl (*emotional*). We can learn much from this precious little child.

Parents have the right to say farewell to their child in any way they feel compelled. Some may choose to spend as much time with their child's body as possible. Some take memento mori photos, very common during the Victorian era and also very common in perinatal death because of the lack of tangible memories. Absolutely normal. Some will take a lock of hair, a foot and hand print or mold. Some will kiss their child's lips, hold them closely and say things they need to say. Some will drape their child's lifeless body across their lap- think Michelangelo's La Pieta. Some will choose otherwise, and some regret their choices.

In my 15 years of both clinic practice and research, most parents who do the former do not regret their decision to be with their beloved dead child. Many parents who choose the latter, who feel in the moment that they cannot tolerate the emotional surge and so turn down the chance to be with their child, or as Kristi-mother of beloved Danny says "bow" to the pressure of others- do regret it. Not always, no, but very often. Either way, to assert that this behavior is "crazy", as if no one in history has ever or would ever want to see and hold their child who died or is dying- well- it causes me to ponder what university issued that degree...

The MISS Foundation has issued a press release in response to this unbelievably cruel and ignorant blunder. I would hope that Mr Colmes would be mature and wise enough to respond swiftly with humility and compassion, bowing his head to bereaved parents around the world and asking their forgiveness.

Sadly, I'm not optimistic. This is, after all, politics. Colmes- give me a call. We'll talk.



The MISS Foundation Asks for Apology from Fox News to All Bereaved Parents

MISS Foundation families were shocked to hear the comments issued from Alan Colmes on Fox News on January 2, 2012. Mr. Colmes’ reference to Mr. Santorum's baby who died, and his desire to spend time with the baby's body during the postmortem period, as "crazy" exemplifies his lack of compassion, intelligence, or historicultural wisdom.




Quote startTo hold, see, photograph, spend time with our children after their death is a privilege, honor, and deeply important part of the ritual of grieving. It is not "crazy."Quote end

Phoenix, AZ (PRWEB) January 03, 2012

MISS Foundation families were shocked to hear the comments issued from Alan Colmes on Fox News on January 2, 2012. Mr. Colmes’ reference to Mr. Santorum's baby who died, and his desire to spend time with the baby's body during the postmortem period, as "crazy" exemplifies his lack of compassion, intelligence, or historicultural wisdom.

"Throughout history, humans have spent time ritualizing and saying farewell to their beloved dead. Mr. Colmes’ portrayal of such an innate and natural experience revealed far more about Mr. Colmes’ character than Mr. Santorum’s," said Dr. Joanne Cacciatore, founder of the MISS Foundation and a researcher and professor atArizona State University who studies parents experiencing the death of a baby. "This is absolutely normal and common and can reap significant psychological benefit. Spending time with their baby after his or her death is important to many families, according to my research."

The willingness of Fox News to air Mr. Colmes' portrayal revealed the deep-seated ignorance of our culture that is perpetuated by a very judgmental media. Beyond insensitive, the comment aired on the Alan Colmes show was more than a cheap shot. It was a slap in the face to bereaved parents. The death of a child can happen to anyone, it knows no boundaries of race, creed, religion or political affiliation. Attacking bereaved parents to score political points or using bereaved parents to further political goals is beyond shameful.

The MISS Foundation is glad to hear Mr. Colmes apologized to Mr. Santorum, and now, on behalf of millions of bereaved parents around the world, the MISS Foundation is asking Fox News and Mr. Colmes for a public apology to all bereaved parents. Cacciatore continues, "To hold, see, photograph, spend time with our beloved children after their death is a privilege, honor, and deeply important part of the ritual of grieving. It is not "crazy." Rather it is a choice, a practice, and a skill of choosing to be emotionally vulnerable and present to the resilience we are all capable of after grief comes -- if only we were all supported instead of ridiculed."

The MISS Foundation is a nonprofit 501c3 organization that CARES for families before, during and after the death of a child of any age and from any cause. For information about services the MISS Foundation provides, visit:http://www.missfoundation.org, email kathy.sandler(at)missfoundation(dot)org or call 888-455-MISS (6477).

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