...called to
be a hospice-worker to
what is dying, midwife
to what is waiting
to be born...
On the homepage of this site, these
words declare what I believe to be one of the most important tasks of
our time. Following the thread of my last post, I want to look at
what being a hospice-worker for our species and our planet might
mean.
When my mother was dying at home with
the aid of Hospice, my family members all had different ways of
dealing with it. Some disappeared, some got drunk, some got religion,
and some retreated behind a stony, affect-less wall. I settled into a paralysis of grief, denial, and
powerlessness: I waited and I watched, I watched and I waited. All
alone with her in her last hours, I waited and I watched. I had never
been in the presence of a dying person before. I did not know how to
be there for her and in the end I felt I failed her.
If I am to embrace the possibility that
Mother Earth is becoming unable to support life, how can I be there
for her? How can I be there for ALL my relations?
This story, perhaps, offers a clue. It
is from the book “The Hope – A Guide to Sacred Activism” by
Andrew Harvey (page xix.)
I know in my heart that I didn't fail my dying mother. Because of my fear and grief and ignorance, however, I didn't give her everything. I watched and I waited and I did my best to take care of her. But out of my fear and grief and ignorance, I did it for me. I didn't want to lose my Mom. I wanted her to get better. I wanted all the dark days to soon be over. I didn't grasp the opportunities that were possible for transformation.A beggar had been begging for days in a small dusty town without much success. Then, suddenly, he saw in the distance the golden chariot of the King appear. He started to dance for joy because his hopes rose high and he believed all dark days would soon be over. The King would throw him alms and wealth would gleam all around him in the dust. The King, however, confounded all his expectations by stopping the chariot and asking him what seemed to him like an outrageous question: “What have you got to give me?” The beggar thought it was some kind of incomprehensible, even mad, joke. What could he, a beggar, have to give to the One who had everything? Gingerly, with some reluctance, and a little stunned, the beggar took one tiny little grain of corn out of the small bag he always carried with him to munch on. When at day's end he came to empty the bag out on the floor of his hut, he found, to his great surprise, that one of the grains of corn had turned to gold. And the beggar wept and wished that he had had the heart and passion and wisdom to give the King everything.
My Mother Earth is dying. It's possible she might go into remission. It's possible that she might have a miraculous recovery. And it's possible she won't. How can I be there for her and for all beings through whatever transitions lie ahead? How can I give them my everything?
In Kathleen Dowling Singh's book “The
Grace in Dying” she describes what she has named the “qualities
of the nearing death experience.” I studied what I gleaned to be
the essence of these qualities to see if they held any clues as to
“how to be there” and “give my everything.” Indeed, I feel
they are qualities of a profound spiritual journey of transformation that are relevant
in all stages of life and death, personal and planetary. Meditate on
them for a while. Tell me what you think.
The Quality Of Relaxationan end of struggle, a letting go, “the emptying of self into the fullness of life.”
The Quality Of Withdrawala detachment from all but that which is most precious, in a way that is positive, purposeful, and transforming.
The Quality Of Radiancean inner illumination, the experience of being filled with light.
The Quality Of Interiorityan accessing of the deeply interior space where creation is unfolding; a threshold or “liminal” experience.
The Quality Of Silencemuch communication is beyond words; if there is communication, it is essential and deep, often symbolic or metaphoric, pointing toward the ineffable.
The Quality Of The Sacreda feeling of entering holy ground; awareness moves closer and closer in to the great mystery.
The Quality Of Transcendencedevelopment of a consciousness beyond the personal self; a transpersonal consciousness.
The Quality Of Knowingbecoming part of something vast; a recognition of the need to experience death so that the next experience might be begun.
The Quality Of Intensityenergy field opens, enlarges, intensifies; rises through the chakras.
The Quality Of Mergingan end of separation, a cessation of duality.
The Quality Of Experienced Perfectiona sense that this experience is right, fitting and just; complete appropriateness and absolute safety.
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