Today is winter solstice, the shortest, darkest day of the year, but it’s also a celebration. A return to light. Every day, from now until summer solstice, the sun will linger longer in the evening sky.
This reminds me of the mantra I was repeating last night, when my mind crackled with fear and worry about my family: Everything changes. Nothing stays the same.
Sometimes it’s comforting to remember that nothing is permanent. Not the darkness, not a season. It might be the darkest day of the year, but tomorrow will be a little brighter.
I’m holding onto this knowledge tightly right now, in regards to my own life, but also what’s going on in the world. I can barely look at the news. I can’t listen to my usual podcasts. I feel sickened by the passage of the tax bill, and all the fearsome chatter in the stream of political emails I receive.
I’m overwhelmed, and with that comes despair and inertia. Fortunately, I know it’s temporary. The fog will lift, things will change. It may go backwards before it goes forwards, but it won’t, can’t, stay still.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember this in times of crisis. My go-to place is usually straight to Doomsday. Def-con 5. When my son has a terrible tantrum, I weep for his future. Every fight with my husband feels like a harbinger of divorce. Another victory for the GOP signals armageddon. Basically, when anything goes off the rails, I panic.
It’s taken me years to learn the basics of emergency management:
stop, breathe, wait
The last part is what trips me up the most, especially when there is no immediate action to take, no quick fix or repair. Just faith, and memory.
There was a time when I wanted nothing to change, when that very mantra set my teeth on edge. It may sound strange, but after my mother died, I didn’t want to feel better. I didn’t want my grief to lessen. I didn’t want anything to change (well, except for her to still be alive, but that was impossible). When well meaning friends and family tried to console me with the platitude, “you’ll feel better in time,” I wanted to shake their shoulders and scream, “I don’t want to feel better!”
They were right, of course. Nothing stays the same, not even grief. But that’s the kind of lesson we must learn for ourselves. It can’t be instructed or taught. It has to be lived.
Discomfort is uncomfortable. We can’t outrun or hide from it. We have to live through it. Sometimes we understand this instinctively. We choose pain over numbness. We greet each rising wave head on and let it knock us over. We trust that the water will recede, and that eventually, we’ll be able to breath again.
No matter what you are grieving or struggling with right now, no matter how big or small, how old or new, I wish you some moments of peace this holiday season.
See you in 2018. xo
It has to be lived.
The hardest and easiest true thing.
Thankful on this day for your words.
Thank you, dear Jena. Your words so often anchor me. xo
“Nothing stays the same, not even grief. ”
Your wisdom is a much needed reminder. Much gratitude for you and your words in my life, Dana! xox
I am so anxiety ridden lately, it’s making me crazy! I just worry and worry and worry. It’s really ruining this holiday season for me 😦
“My go-to place is usually straight to Doomsday.” Me, too. Perhaps we can meet in the Doomsday Cafe for coffee. I promise I won’t say, This too shall pass. I will sit with you there a while and then, we’ll find those pinpricks of light. Together. Happy New Year, lovely one. Thank you for expressing so beautifully my thoughts and my angst. At least we’re not alone. xxoo