Last week’s post on Empty Nest reminded me of feeling stuck.  Focusing on an event such as watching my children move on brings back all those memories.  One would think that tears could just woosh away the pain and sadness.  Unfortunately that’s not the case.  When major life changes occur (and truthfully any changes, good or bad, are processed as loss) our intention is to hold tight.  But it’s hard to hold something that isn’t there.  We grasp yet all we can find is a hole.  That emptiness breeds fear, anxiety and tension in the body--in other words physical holding.  That’s why loss is so painful.  

Once our discomfort is magnified by sadness and physical pain we shift our direction and begin to hold onto things.  It’s a very clever way to hide our distress.  Toys, clothes, locks of hair, elementary school papers--anything that might fill up the hole.  Now we have complexified our situation.  Our bodies are in pain because of emotional holding and our homes are cluttered with stuff.  We’re stuck.  

Can you imagine the downward spiral if this continued?  It’s a wretched cycle.  And the worst thing about it is our lives are constantly changing.  We are experiencing some kind of loss on a regular basis.  Which makes the threat of getting stuck all the more real.  Loss of loved ones, loss of job, changes of job definition and serious injury are devastating.  Interruption to routine, illness and disappointment are frequent changes.  What can we do about it?  I wish there were an simple way to ease the pain.  If you want to get unstuck the only way is to learn to adapt.  Try taking these steps towards letting go:

  1. Turn and face the pain instead of running away.  This is the most difficult choice.  I get it.  But it’s also the most direct path towards letting go.  A wise woman once told me that a feeling only lasts about 30 seconds.  You may face excruciatingly painful feelings--but you can make it for 30 seconds.  Practice with the little daily occurrences and you’ll be better prepared for the big ones.  This is so challenging and contrary to our nature that you may spend a lifetime practicing.  It is worth your time.
  2. Start your day with 20 minutes of uncensored, stream of consciousness writing.  Giving yourself the time and a private place to note your darkest thoughts or celebrate your victories will help you let go.  Don’t overthink this.  Go buy a spiral notebook, put pen to paper and keep it moving.  That’s the important part.  The motion of the pen will connect with the flow of your subconscious and you will let go.  No words?  Write blah, blah, blah until the words come.  You may have to write a half page of nonsense before words begin to flow--and that’s ok.  I first read about this method in Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way.”  
  3. Evaluate your mementos.  Identify the things you’re holding.  My mother kept both her children’s bedrooms preserved--as if we’d never left.  I did the same when my older son left for college.  It wasn’t until my younger son moved out--six years later--that I realized I was doing exactly the same thing.  Is there a space in your home that you tend to avoid?  For example, my son’s preserved bedroom--I kept the door shut and I felt anxious about going inside.  That’s a hint you need to handle it.  Take an afternoon and make piles--toss, donate, keep, and cherish.  Yes, absolutely keep the items that have meaningful sentimental value.  Don’t hold onto every scrap.  You won’t lose your children or your memories; you will gain yourself.  Give yourself time and have a box of tissues handy.  It will be emotionally exhausting work but letting go will make you free.
  4. Fill the space in a positive way.  Look for the possibility instead of the loss.  I’ll talk more about this later in the week.
  5. Review my coping strategies.  Try my strategies for coping with loss.  Making a plan for handling life’s inevitable losses will empower you and that will help you let go.  Edit my list with the strategies that work for you.  
  6. What works for you?  Add your steps for letting go and getting unstuck in the comments section below.








 
 
My mother always said, “Only two things in life are certain--death and taxes.”  I’d like to add one more item to the list--change.  Change is certain.  

When you’ve spent the last 18 years of your life raising a child it doesn’t feel like anything will ever change.  Each moment is a part of you.  Their laughter is your favorite song.  Their cuddles are molded to your form.  Their scent gives life to your breath.

And just like that, high school is over.  It’s time for them to go.  You want to cling yet they can’t wait to take the next step.  And what a big step it is.  It's a leap that creates a chasm of space.

Change.  As painful as this may feel, take heart in knowing that now it’s time for you.  Take all that time and love and energy you sent out to your children and turn it inward.  Do you feel lost?  Try finding yourself.  Are you grieving?  Give yourself a hug.  Do you feel lonely?  Invest in the closest friend you’ll ever have.  

This may seem impossible right now.  But think of it this way:  you’ve had 18 years to practice loving someone.  Your nest was a labor of love.  Why not re-feather--for yourself?
 
 
Grief's pain is emptiness.  Memories fill the hole.  What I first experienced as a jumbled overload of images quieted, the new calm bringing perceptible sensations to my memories.  Sparked by a sound, a taste, or perhaps a rustling of fabric, memories send me time-traveling.  In the minutiae of a typical day two wires touch and I am "unstuck in time."   And I enjoy the journey. 

Sometimes I feel her.  Not spectral yet just as startling.  Not a dream yet just as intangible.  It's more like her essence.  Palpable.  It happened the other night.  Up late to read a book, I turned a page and there she was.  I gasped, "oh, Mom, you're here!"  What word, what thought triggered such a feeling?  I'll never know.  Just as quickly, she vanished.    

I incorporate her.  After I lifetime of hearing I favor my father what a surprise to find I resemble my mother.  After she died the face I saw looking at me in the mirror was hers.  Reaching for my morning coffee with two hands I noted, "that's just the way Mom held her cup."  Now even my language duplicates her as I integrate her old sayings into my speech.  It's a comfort to celebrate our similarities.

I honor her with family rituals.  Today, Memorial Day, is the day we pick mums from the front yard, put them in coffee cans and drive across town to the cemetery.  For as long as I can remember we cared for the family plot by trimming overgrown grass and leaving cut flowers at each grave.  I still see a vivid picture of my grandmother in her flowered dress and sun hat, kneeling in the grass, tidying headstones with a pair of scissors.  Years later, I took my sons along and cried with mother while we tended Grandmother's grave.  And today we care for Mom's place.

I see her in the margins.  Two Mother's Days, a birthday, the better part of two Memorial Days and an ocean of tears have passed.  Instead of fighting an aching loss I've welcomed her back.  Instead of grasping at distant memories I see her right here, every day.  In a hand-written envelope addressed to her grandchild.  In a Post-It Note with her trademark greeting:  "Hey Babe, I Love You!"  And in my favorite, a worn collection of cookbooks and recipe cards, Mom's notes penned in the margins.   My connection to the past that brings a smile to the present. 
 
 
Start the day with a good breakfast. Drink at least 8 glasses of water a day. Take the stairs instead of the elevator. And get a good night's sleep. For those of you who haven't clicked away from this page--just kidding. We already know about taking care in those basic ways. We figure out what works. We do what we think is important and filter the rest of the advice. I'd like to suggest a way to take care of yourself that involves something a little more subtle--the power of word choice.

In my original Coping Strategies post I briefly mentioned the difference between saying I need to or should do something and saying I want to do it. If everything on your task list is a should message or a have-to then nothing really feels like a choice. Yes, I know that I should get up early to get some chores done before I leave. If I say instead, that I want to get up to get a good start on the day then I've easily made a positive impact on my life. I allow myself to make positive choices.

The most powerful example of language was explained to me by a counselor several years ago. It has to do with the way we talk about our feelings. I have feelings yet I am not my feelings. I may feel sad. And sometimes I feel angry. But those feelings are not me. I retrained myself to avoid saying, "I am angry, or I am lonely." It's all in the power of the statement "I am."

Positive feelings are the ones I want to embody. So for those ideas I use "I am" statements. Yes, I am happy and I am courageous and maybe I am a bit sassy from time to time. I Take Care of myself by taking charge of the language that defines me.  It's all in the power of the words I choose.
 
 
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could show our kids how to comfort themselves in a positive way? If there is pain let's treat it rather than hide it. How about making a first aid kit of healthy comforts? With music we all have the best way to soothe our sorrow.

With my recent marriage and the stress of combining our households I found myself cooking a lot more comfort food. The change in routines had us all weary and on edge at the same time. The plans, the excitement, the anticipation gave way to deadlines and disruptions. I felt fussy and out of sorts. Let down and lost. Not sure what to do next I turned to mushy foods. Did I forget that I can comfort myself?

I think about the warm pulse of my newborn child against my skin. After the overwhelming emotions of childbirth he comforted me as I sang to him. My mother remembered my grandmother playing the piano in the evenings so long ago. She and her sister whirled around the living room, little girls awash in the music. A turntable and a pair of headphones eased the lonely childhood of my first husband. These comforting rituals all rely on the vibrations of music.

The vibrations of the world embrace us before we're born. We're all tuned to a living vibration. We respond to pulse, rhythm and breath because it's our life force. It's no mistake that the instruments we play correspond to our bodies--strings vibrate with living energy, winds are the breath of life and percussion is the beating of our hearts. What better way to comfort ourselves than with music? 

A blues recording played again and again, a childhood lullaby or a plaintive melody you perform for yourself can all be a salve in heartsick times. As a teacher it's fascinating to me how many students respond to music written in a minor key. The sad music helps us reach the unspoken feelings that are deep inside. It can give a voice to our sorrows. And it can offer comfort. 

I have fewer gloomy days now. My new husband and I are talking about the tough stuff instead of hiding it. I'm choosing more hot baths and lavender and less macaroni and cheese. And I'm turning to music. Alone in my studio I pick up my viola, play a simple melody and feel the soothing vibrations of the universe.