Archive for December, 2012


The First Year Was Hell

121210084313-sot-australia-djs-interview-00005001-t1-mainAfter reading Tim Lister’s recent CNN article, “Nurse death sparks outrage, casts glare on ‘shock jocks,’” I find myself sympathetically supporting former Australian DJs Mel Greig and Michael Christian of 2DayFM. Having had a spouse who attempted suicide and having used technology in an abhorrent way, I too failed to “… understand the potential consequences” of my own actions:

But first and foremost, it’s important to remember that suicide is complex and is usually never the result of one single event.  Other risk factors for suicide include:

  • Depression and other mental disorders, or a substance-abuse disorder (often in combination with other mental disorders). More than 90 percent of people who die by suicide have these risk factors.
  • Prior suicide attempt
  • Family history of mental disorder or substance abuse
  • Family history of suicide
  • Family violence, including physical or sexual abuse
  • Firearms in the home, the method used in more than half of suicides incarceration
  • Exposure to the suicidal behavior of others, such as family members, peers, or media figures.

You simply cannot control who and when a person chooses to end their life.

Are you responsible for using technology in an uncivilized way? Yeah, probably! But having been one who used technology inappropriately some three years past, I can unequivocally state, the next year of life will be hell.  But hang in there, because the pain you are suffering will get better. It may not be today, tomorrow or next month, but it will get batter.

I too broke the trust of those around me. And those very events cost me dearly: lost my job, lost the love of my life, burned through all my savings. In truth, I found the following statement most profound, “Arrogant people cannot walk in unison with God or others.” It simply cannot occur.

The first year was hell and I factually state that even the best personal energy is eroded by the constant emotional toll. Expect it, but understand that torment is never forever. That first year, I constantly found myself in torrent seas, lying too wounded from the battle. While the life I so wanted was reminiscent of a ship’s hull being ripped from rocks below, I found myself slowly sinking, swallowed by the darkened sea, as a sacrifice to Neptune’s grip.

William Blake stated there is a moment in each day that Satan cannot find.  To both of you, find those moments and live your love in that moment where there is none other but you and your love.  Search for that, grasp it and live there. And while each of you may be seized against the odds, against time, pressure and separation … there are moments in you where you can find peace. Catch them and make them your own.

Expect not to be forgiven. You can and should request grace, but many will not honor your repentance. It happened to me and I suspect the same will happen to you. But in the broader sense, there are things we all can do. Each of us has a kinetic power to be kind and compassionate, ensuring our actions don’t detrimentally hurt another. All of us, including me, have made mistakes. But both of you can strive to be of service, be mindful in understanding, showing kindness, honesty and humility. These are the worthy human values all of us should be proud to acquire. And each of you can become contributors to a greater good.

Nearly three years later, I am a survivor. I survived both my own inhumanity and that of the world around me. And while I lost my career and soul mate, the death of our hopes in one led me to live out those hopes via another.

Hang in there … and in the end the pain will ease. As for me, I will continue to be your supporter to the greater good.

Everything Awaits Me

Visiting a local Catholic church, I became aware of an uncommon beauty. A sermon included David Whyte’s poem:

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Everything is Waiting for You

 Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

— David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You

As I’ve said before, I’m used to spending my Christmas alone. “Hmm,” as I pause to look out the window. “Maybe I’m not.  Maybe even here – in the quiet solitude of Orcas Island – everything awaits for me. Maybe if I unlatch the window and step out into the world … I will find love anew.”

Everything awaits me.

Mel+Greig,+left,+and+Michael+ChristianWhen I think of the events from two Australian Disc Jockeys who pulled a prank on United Kingdom hospital nurse where Kate Middleton was being treated for morning sickness I recall y time in Johannesburg, South Africa some fourteen years ago. As I sat in a lounge, CNN interrupted their normal news showing the damage of a Los Angeles, California earthquake some ten (10) minutes prior.

And that’s my point … it took only ten minutes for the news to travel halfway around the globe. I am most positive that neither Mel Greig and Michael Christian thought nurse Jacintha Saldanha would end her life. I also understand Ms. Saldanha is responsible for taking her own life. Also, we have no idea of the nurse’s state of mind at the time of her death. I simply pray for her family and friends.

Still, the Australian DJ’s lack of technical responsibility does not change the fact that two children and a husband will spend many years without a mother. If the DJ’s had not performed that joke, waited another, waited another ten minutes, events might be totally different. But for all intent and purposes, the careers of both Mel Greig and Michael Christian are toast! They are over. No company will seriously hire either. All that work, training, talent and energy are crushed.

As I mentioned in a previous writing, the butterfly effect seems so vividly appropriate. The butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions, where a small change at one place results in large change somewhere else. Here, the DJ’s actions set off tragic consequences. However, are they responsible for everything? Maybe not, but does it matter?

I find great irony in Ms. Greig’s bio:

Now at 29, Mel considers herself ‘one of the lucky ones that turned my life around’, and, as a co-owner of a successful business, she is immensely proud of her 13-year career in radio, that is still going strong … Mel likes long walks on the beach and is an advocate for world peace.

It’s that last line, “… and she is an advocate for world peace.”

From a Buddhist perspective, if the DJ’s had remember two lessons this event may have never occurred: 1). Do no harm; and 2). Do not lie.  Our lies have wings of a butterfly. All of us touch one another’s life is such subtle ways. Yet those very glances can be powerful enough to change the course of personal history.

I myself wish I had learned those two lessons many years ago. If I did, I would have never hurt so many people and the one I love.

Christmas Placed into the Hands of Children

ScroogeAfter putting a few days aside for some rest, I sit at my home on Orcas, WA watching ‘Scrooge.’ While it’s true that I watch this film every year, I seem to never tire of the message: Ebenezer Scrooge learns in the nick of time to stop hoarding and spread good cheer. Seems so simple enough.

Yet as I poke around the world, is there really an adequate supply of ‘good cheer?’ Look around, examples are profound. Military families have lost a loved one. Many have lost homes to vast array of floods, earthquakes, tornados, oil spills, hurricanes, fires, loss of employment, loss of healthcare, crime and a host of other issues.  The deprived and homeless are in every city and every town. Yet I sit and watch Scrooge and say “Yes!” to the spirits of Christmas.

Scrooge seems so nice and easy. Great film, great music, and less than a couple of hours. In my own Christmas’ of the past, I wondered if I simply dropped a couple bucks into Salvation Army donation, does that account for spreading the message of goodwill.  Or could I do more?

Regardless of whether I donate a dollar or ten-thousand, the poorest of America’s poor, while generally wealthier than 75 percent of the world’s population, are trying to live by the most minimum of accepted living standards just to simply exist. No matter how many blankets or cots I could give, there will still be about seven hundred fifty thousand homeless Americans, many who have neither a stable, inn or tent on which to lie. Unless many un-Scrooge ourselves, chances are their Christmas will be just like any other day on the cold and cruel streets. There will be 1.8 million who will spend Christmas in prison. That means about 500,000 children without at one parent. Many will not receive even a card from family or friends, much less a gift.

As I look out over the ocean from my small home, I can see majestic trees standing guard. My breath steams the window in musical beat. Looking upon the moon’s reflection, I ask, “What is the real message of Christmas? Gosh, I once again ask, “What is Christmas’ real message?”

To me I’ve spent so many Christmas’ alone, I no longer recognize the privilege of company. I find it hard to reach deep and find the spiritual richness my former love gave bestowed.

However, in the end Scrooge learns Christmas is about giving, sacrifice and worshipping. Christmas extends a message of good will to others, a selfless concern for others. Loving-kindness is often illustrated by the following image: just as a mother loves her child, so we too should develop this kind of love for all beings, without exception. Secondly, Scrooge also recognizes that in the midst of his own happiness and material well-being, that there are others who are unhappy and who are suffering in all sorts of different ways.

Marley’s message is simple, “The deeds that men do follow them.” I can personally attest to that. No matter where I go, I am alone.

But be like the redemptive Scrooge.

In redemption, Scrooge asks the child what day and shows how greatly he’s been changed. By asking the child, he validates the knowledge of a child and gives the child authority. Christmas has always been placed in the hands of a child, a person who by society’s standards (and the old Scrooge’s) may be dependent and powerless, but who by Scrooge’s new understanding of human value (love, charity, community), is a person of great importance.

This holiday season, remember to be important. Give what you can … to all mankind.