Thursday, September 1, 2016

8.26.16 On Friendship And Chronic Illness



     Here in this particular culture, some subjects of conversation tend to be acceptable, while some are not . Here, in this Enquirer-fast-forward pretend 'Reality' tv shows realm, more and more is deemed excellent for social rubbernecking and profit making, thus understandably more accepted. 
     But in general, open discussion of our own finances, a death, or our health challenges, particularly if function is involved, tends to be seen as messy unseemly topics of conversing . 
     Which makes it tough if we find ourselves impaired or impaired-er, as we try to maintain some sort of acceptance of our own more limited capacities, and thus circumstance. 
    Trying to avoid becoming more overwhelmed or gutted with a pervasive sense of shame, when friends want to visit or help or come by and say hello.
     Lately I've found myself inadvertently swimming in and out of confusion and guilt, when faced with the conundrum of providing an update of what sorts of interactions I can and can't manage, without my health worsening.
     See, most people who slowly become not well vascillate between.better and worse, not understanding, nor wanting to understand, that they very well may be on the way to a more permanent not-well-ness. 
     Where the capacity to have conversations on the phone or in person , or sit with someone or do activities or go somewhere or go do things often changes, by the day or month. It's as confounding and unpredictable to us as it is to others. 
     Normally in life , you get the message , if someone keeps cheerily making dates with you, only to keep cancelling. It means they don't actually want to hang out.          Whereas with us, it's simply part of the reality of day-to-day life , where predictability is often shot all to shit, and all around, the disappointment sucks.
     It's a fine and hard to discern line between providing friends with a simple functional update of our current operating capacity , with enough info for them to be able to navigate seeing and knowing us, versus burdening them with confused reams of tmi , risking them collapsing under the weight of our complex circumstance, so unwieldy and seemingly unseemly.
                       What many of us in this boat come to realize is 
1. It helps if we each use our favorite tools well to settle ourselves. To have a moment of uncensored feeling of emotions and re e t situations that have been difficult. 
     We all find different ways that fit us well. Mine are EFT, immersion in nature, drawing and photographing, taking turns listing to each other while timing it with friends, practicing mindfulness, etc.) 
     We need to digest down the accumulation of frustrating , dissatisfying experiences ,so we can really be free and focused and present , when interacting with a friend. So the majority of interacting is NOT about the limitations we are experiencing , but rather the bigger mutuality of sharing between friends . This seems key to somehow maintaining a mutually satisfying relationship that acknowledges real difficulty and problems, but more so hangs out with nice stuff.
2. We can practice and even write down an update of our function, as it pertains to what is helpful for another to know. And then edit it down as concisely as possible , so it is a small functional heads-up within the context of a bigger relationship. Done simply and without apology or shame. 
     It's important to take time to rehearse what we will say and how we will say it, both to reassert feeling ok and not badly about the complexity of our circumstance, and make clear the intermittent changes in our functioning, which Impact our interactions, a simple piece of the relationship. 
     Creating a 'heads-up' text is helpful, as we certainly don't expect others to memorize our shifting capacities. But for convenience, they can easily check their phone texts to see that we no longer need a warning text before they drop by, or, until sleep has caught up , visiting will have to be consigned to our home or bedroom.
     A quick "Hey, FYI , these days I can go for a short walk, or hang out and have fun seeing you for about an hour at a time, not later than 3 pm. See you later!"
3. The key to normalizing friendships, while our capacity to work or do errands or go places vacillates , is to come to an open agreement that both parties have the great and the difficult, can share these things some, and enjoy or empathize with what they have in common.
4. The visiting of the topic of mutual health can take place now and then, but will skewer the relationship, no matter good and honorable intentions, if it becomes a central topic, no matter how much things might royally suck. 
5. Every once in awhile, our friends have it bad, and it's a great time to focus just on them. 
     Asking questions and empathizing. Because sometimes the dramatic difficulty of the life of someone with chronic illness can mean that others don't feel comfortable sharing their own less dramatic fleeing challenges . But it's necessary in order for the relationship to be vibrant and rewarding.
     Relationships can be honest, intermittently candid, but somehow, even against all imaginable odds, even if one party is being visited and given to and helped, the luscious longevity of the friendship seems to lie in nourishing the fun and interests and reciprocity that both parties find of meaning .


8.25.16 Set course, wind right, sail full



  Some days seem to require more twisting and turning and confusion and reconfiguring than others, until I realize that, like many of us, it's really only me, not the 'day'. Me and my responses and stories and physiology and internal responses to external circumstance. 
     What's difficult sometimes though, is getting clear. 
     Watching all the flotsam and jetsam fly about, bonking into things, which can be so unnerving, until I realize I simply need to stand back. Breathe. Settle myself while things settle too.
     And so I back out of the fray, all the confusing factors, and watch and wait until at least my perception of everything slowly settles to a stop.
     And then, the forgotten parts of self begin to integrate, and the realizations begin to slowly show up, one after another. Like those old viewfinders we had when we were kids, where you slipped in the round disc with all the little slides, and you switched it from one to another to another.
     And so, like all of us, I begin to slowly tease out what's going on. Which things are interwoven with others, how I'm feeling about it, how my sensory perception is cranking things, and slowly it becomes clear.
     Sometimes it's kind of like going from being a boat spinning around ,tossed at sea in a storm, to a skiff that feels more certain and settled, set course, wind right, sail full.

8/22/16 The deer feed and the fox roams

Early this morning, the sun was cresting the small mountain range upon which we are nestled, tossing it's light down upon the conservation fields, where the deer feed and the fox roams, as one lovely cloud drifted by.


 

8.22.16 Just a perfect day



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8.22.16 Really just a miracle

Lately in the evening around here, we get really silly. He's preparing to begin teaching a humungo class (300+) and returning to his advisor job soon, so he's sleeping upstairs in his study, to have really good sleeps. So while preparing for bed, we somehow laugh a lot. We begin portraying these neighbors we used to have who sneak spied on us by hiding their heads ,but letting their bellies show from behind curtains, signaling to each other with big gestures when to run from side to front window to... uh... get the best view of... us driving away with... our kids.
Then I make fun of how he shakes his head around to swallow his before bed supplements and he almost chokes or spits them out til he makes fun of me and I almost choke laughing. Meanwhile, we're shutting off lights and peeing dogs etc etc while teasing each other mercilessly.
What a funny thing knowing others for a long time . All the weird crap that could have deterred us from being close to siblings or neighbor's or beloveds or coworkers or friends. Really it's just a miracle we get out of our own way as well as we do. Which I think then well accounts for the hilarious laughter .


 

8.22.16 Redemptive wonder

The tough thing about our lives is that there are so many situations and moments in which there is no right or wrong, only gradations and variations. 
With all kinds of foreseen and unforeseen trajectories resulting from one more circumstance or choice or moon drop or fallen chance. 
I mean, in reality, we all know how haphazard and yet brazenly true life and love and intent are. 
And so we each do our best, which sometimes falls miserably and other times shines and fills us with magnetic redemptive wonder.


 

8.20.16 Small friendships

One of my little baby little tiny friends


8.20.16 Being of use

     It's interesting how people who are unfamiliar with young adults misinterpret their conversation. And easily assume self-involvement. I think we can be self-involved as older adolescents and young adults, but this can easily be misunderstood or even resented , when In fact the young person comes upon YOU, sees your maturity and contemplative wisdom or directness, and jumps at the chance to lay out before you their hopes, their fears.
     Really, the misinterpretation I see people my age having so often is being unaware of the extent of their own resourcefulness a younger one has caught sight of, is seeking , and eager to reveal their struggles, worries and delights.
     Make no mistake , this is rarely a reciprocal conversation. They are young, and filled to the brim with excitement or uncertainty. Most certainly with a sense of urgency.
     We older adults can too easily dismiss the loveliness of this opportunity to support this younger one , simply because they tend to lay at our feet their hopes and dreams , and then , comforted or relieved, take off to their next deal.
    They will typically not ask you about your own experience, at their age, or now. Unless they are an unfortunately other-oriented young female, which, in my humble regard, does not bode well for them.
     So I urge you. With your wisdom and your ripened delicious ways, put aside judgement or resentment at the lack of reciprocity.
It's ok. It's developmental.
     We tend to resent this even more when, at that age, we either didn't dare be so self centered ourselves, didn't have the courage or confidence to just lay out our own dreams to someone, and did not have a resplendent welcoming ,by an adult, ourselves.
    Go ahead and look at that, feel the regret or disappointment, and then let it go.
     Be ready to give this time and attention to some young one who catches sight of what it is you have to offer, stops by for a moment, and then without a thought about you, flutters on by.
     Steep yourself in what you retain, that this young one saw well enough to want an audience with.
    Relish that wise delicious stuff you are, that was illuminated for you for a moment by the young one.
     Try to catch sight, yourself, of what you have to offer others as they sweep by on their paths.
    Then go find someone of like mind or like age or like contemplative spirit, and drink in that rich reciprocity.