Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Searching and Fearless

Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.
-August Wilson
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Inventories...we all do them at one time or another. We take stock of what is in our pantry before going to the grocery store and we make our list accordingly. Each season we look at our wardrobe to figure out what we have, what we need, what no longer fits, what needs to be discarded or donated, and what might be salvageable or even made almost new with some attention and mending. In business, inventories are designed to give us the information that we need to make decisions and plans for how to move successfully into a thriving future.

An inventory is a fact finding mission. Still, it is easy to get caught up in judgement. Who knows the annoyance associated with going to the grocery store and buying something only to find, as you stuff it into your already full cupboard, that you already have 15 other cans of whatever it is? Ok, well, maybe just me - I am obsessed with always having enough tomato sauce. But I would venture to guess that we have all been through the big closet raid - trying on pants that haven't seen action since Madonna was making bad movies and skinny jeans were the ones you wore when you weren't feeling bloated - and men didn't wear them at all. If you are anything like me, time has taken it's toll and, well, those pants bring up all kinds of feelings and judgements, don't they? Our questionable taste and that extra pound or two (ha!) collide head on with each other to create an epic session of self loathing and shame...do they not?

And so it goes with Step 4. We made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves. By embarking on this journey, we commit to taking stock of our fears, resentments, indiscretions, and responsibilities. We count specifically and remember in detail the people that we have injured and harmed. We seek out and own our part in the situations and events that have injured and harmed us. It is not an easy task and while it provides many opportunities to judge and berate, it is also ripe with opportunities for growth and compassion towards ourselves. This is the crossroads that step 4 presents to us after the understanding and relief that we find in steps 1, 2, and 3. When all of the unearthing is finished and our findings are laid out in front of us, how will we choose to use the facts that have been revealed? Will we use the information to expand our spirit or diminish it?

It is no coincidence to me that my step 4 work comes about in the spring season...around the same time as Lent. In Christian faiths, Lent is a time of observance for the sacrifice of Christ and preparation for the new hope that is coming through His resurrection. In nature, Spring is a time when the frozen ground of winter thaws into fertile soil ready for new growth and abundance. In both, we sacrifice. We remember. We prepare. We humble ourselves. We dig in the dirt, and analyze the light, the weather, and last year's successes and failures. Instead of getting stuck on what we didn't know last year, we marvel at how what we didn't know last year has taught us the things we need to know this year in order to plant the most amazing garden ever. Likewise, by practicing compassion with ourselves as we work through step 4, we are creating the space, conditions, and light that encourage spectacular new growth inside of our own souls. It is not always easy, and it hardly ever comes naturally - we have to choose it, and work at it to overcome the years of training that have taught us to do just the opposite.

I am not there yet, but I know that in the end it is going to be worth everything that I have to put into it...I have faith.

Nunc ceopi. Now I begin.
What was is past
What will be is hidden in the future
It is only now, this day, this moment, that counts.
Not what I did yesterday, or what I may do tomorrow...
Now I begin.
As long as there is life, there is the chance to start over.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Things We Cannot Change

I open my lungs
To breathe in forgiveness and love
Haunting me now
Reminders of how I used to be...

...Tell me how to make right
All the wrong turns that I've learned
So this can all end tonight...

-Chris Daughtry



I began this draft several months ago as I struggled with the deep sense of regret that happens when I think about the casualties of my self destruction and the bridges that burned in the fires of my addiction. Every time I typed a line into the blank field, I could feel my lungs closing up and that way too familiar feeling of tears that I cannot bear...and cannot stop. It never ceases to astound me how deeply the pain runs - even today...with so much time, and so much change. And as the pain comes, and the breath goes, and the tears fall...sometimes it feels like I can't survive it.

Every day, I pray for serenity, and acceptance, and courage, and wisdom.

To accept the things I cannot change. The people that I cannot un-hurt. The trust that I cannot un-destroy.

Recently, I saw the movie Crazy Heart. It was a difficult movie in many ways...was very real and very easy to identify with this human hero who had fallen so far, lost so much, and couldn't manage to find rock bottom without dragging innocent bystanders along with him. Certainly, the scenes that depicted this character in a drunken stupor, or sick, or hungover, were hard to watch. There were moments that I had to look away, but it was just a vague sadness in me. And then he found the bottom, and he hurt the one he cared about the most...perhaps the only person left that really and truly cared about him. He shattered the trust. In his quest to undo it, he found a reason to move forward, find help, do the right thing. He found new hope because he needed her. And when he went to her, she told him that she was glad he was better, glad he'd found peace, glad to see him looking well - and then she closed the door.

And I could feel my lungs closing up and that way too familiar feeling of the tears that I cannot bear...and cannot stop. The times I have heard that door slam just a little harder than necessary. No matter how many right steps I take now. The things I cannot change.

If I could I would. I would go through all of the pain of the past, all of the fear, and tears, to change one minute of hurt that my behavior caused someone else. I would give anything to have just one moment back when I had the thought that maybe I should go to treatment...just one moment to say it out loud. There are so many moments that I would take back in a heartbeat, just to do them differently. Just to avoid hearing that door slam one more time. It will never happen. I will never have that.

But what I do have are moments of unexpected grace. Undeserved by definition.

And it is in these moments, with the complete understanding of the things that I will never be able to change, that my sense of gratitude for the courage to change the things I can is at it's most powerful.