“The work of the mature person is to carry grief in one hand
and gratitude in the other and to be stretched large by them.”
- Francis Weller
- Francis Weller
I am grateful for grief. To be more specific, I am grateful
for the moments when grief penetrates my heart. It can happen when I’m reading.
It can happen when I’m watching my children. It can happen when I’m
InterPlaying.
A few years ago I was leading a one hand dance, and I told
my partner I was dancing on behalf of my father who has Alzheimer's. When I
spoke this I was feeling it more in my head than in my heart. I was caught by
surprise when my hand moved and my tears flowed. My love and grief for my father
came rushing to the surface. It was a moment of opening.
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| my mom & dad & me |
When playing with the Soulprint Players for the last year I
notice the story I am telling many times in different ways is the story of my
11 year old daughter being on the cusp of adolescence. It is an exquisite
griefjoy to watch her grow.
At the InterPlay Leader’s gathering this summer my sadness
around my father’s continued decline rose up out of the silence and danced with
me for much of the retreat.
InterPlay creates space to feel the unfelt things. Why does
this matter?
To be fully human requires a willingness to hold the full
spectrum of what it means to be alive. That includes dancing with the knowledge
that our time here is limited and letting that knowledge soften and open us.
That reality is a lot for one body to hold. I imagine that is why so often my
grief rises up in the InterPlay community. In InterPlay I know I am free to be
witnessed in my grief without anyone being required to fix it. “Being with” is
the greatest gift.
We don’t need to manufacture grief. But we can look at
creating space in our lives to feel and honor whatever feeling is living in us.
Movement, song and story are sweet balms that can allow us to access and honor
the gifts of our grief.
Yahia Lababidi said, “To hurry pain is to leave a classroom
still in session. To prolong pain is to remain in a vacated classroom and miss
the next lesson.” Playing with grief when it comes is a way to stay in the
“classroom” for as long as we need to. Sometimes it takes a long time. We can
let go of outer expectations of how long any grief moment should last. We can
return again and again to what our bodies want to tell us in each moment. We
can rest and feel supported in community. We can give thanks.
