
04/14/2024
In my bones, in my heart, in my dreams, I know that I am awash in grief—layer upon layer, generation upon generation, lifetime upon lifetime. It lingers in the still spaces, in the crevices of the psyche, in the nuances of touch and thought and scent. It obstructs everything: the possibility of kindness, the reality that we are all connected. It says: this is mine and only mine, I am entitled to it. It says: you cannot possibly know, I will not yield until my grief is seen, until I am seen, and until then I am *apart.*
It is time to come together.
I invite you to join me in ceremony, now and for the next three days—to honor and release our grief, the grief of our ancestors, the grief of the earth; to grieve the connection lost and the spirit of separateness that convinces us that it is real.
I am not interested in what is right; I am interested in letting go of the need to be right, and the only way in which I can envision that possibility is to feel my way through the known and unknown depths of grief, because like love, it has no walls, no boundaries.
It is not mine; it is ours.
I am not here now to speak of my own grief, of the painful losses of this lifetime, but rather to call on those who watch over us to help, to release, to heal through honoring the experience of those who came before us. My grandparents, and theirs, and theirs. Your grandparents, and theirs, and theirs.
*Our* grandparents.
Sometimes we call this trauma—generational, historical, intergenerational. And for many of us the horrors experienced in past generations, in past lifetimes, is beyond comprehension, beyond humanity.
But really, its nature is grief, and its shared experience bears within it the possibility of that which we all need; it becomes a seed for peace.
So: I invite you to this, to this work, to this confluence of spirit, to this sacred place, in whatever way calls you, in whatever form you wish.
This evening I lit a yahrtzeit candle and said the mourner’s kaddish—things my ancestors would recognize, things that I too know in my very being. I do this knowingly, willingly, for them and for my son, for all before and all who come after. Because in this confluence, where grief is eternal, the time for healing is also eternal and accessible in and from all directions, in and from all lineages, in and from all times and dimensions.
This also means: no matter when you see / read this, the ceremony is now—whenever now is, it is the right time. However you choose to enter this process, in whatever your tradition, in whatever way feels right in your heart and in the outer world, it is your intention that brings the possibility of reconnection.
I’m not sure what will make itself known in the next three days, what form this practice will take—I have a feeling there is more to come. Meanwhile, I am here; please feel free to reach out.
In this and in all things, may the creator bless us with grace.