Mikha'el Spirit
Short tidbits that desire to escape my mind
Sunday, April 23, 2023
On Family
Wednesday, November 2, 2022
On Authenticity
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
On Faith
Tuesday, February 9, 2021
On Death
I have been searching for ways to cope with a grief that I do not even feel I deserve to experience. How is that? I am afraid to truly express myself on this public platform. A platform where all eyes can see. Where all minds can process. Where all judgements can be made--in private or public. Yet, I think that this must be done.
I tried to write poems to express myself. They have been hard to come by lately. I have tried to train myself to be numb to death. I have been told by numerous others, perhaps more experienced than I, that death is not something people get used to. That trying to numb myself is a nearly impossible task. Yet, I wanted to try anyway. I have long held the belief that the ones who suffer the most from death are those left behind. I truly believe this.
Although I am aware of the pain death leaves in its wake, I try to romanticize it. I tell myself that the dead do not suffer. They have no worries. Then I wonder, why does it hurt when someone loses a loved one? Why do I hurt when I hear of someone else's loss. I try to use annoyance and anger to shield myself. To numb myself. But that is merely denial. When death hits close to home, it still hurts. When it exposes itself like an exhibitionist, all I can do is gape in amazement. No matter how experienced I think I become, death never ceases to surprise me.
I am writing this post because I learned news that a loved one died. A relative. Someone dear to me whom I did not feel I spent enough time of with during my adult life. This was the third person since this calendar year started. There were others, one I knew in passing another I did not know at all, but whose loss still had a personal impact on me. So, I began counting. I named 2021 the "year of death". Though, I suppose, for the rest of the world the death count began the year before. Even prior to the recent pandemic, there was a global death count. Someone has always been counting.
For those who are experiencing grief as they read this, I do not have any pure words of consolation. The only consolation I believe there is, is the truth that the person who died, once lived. Another consolation I can give, is to embrace the love and life shared with the one who has died. Because that is the truth we living ones have. The truth of life is that we are here. We can love. We can laugh. We experience an array of emotions. The truth is that all of these experiences are real. They are parts of us. They are the parts that the ones who have gone before us have left behind, the parts we will leave behind one day.
Indeed, death is a fact of life. One of the hardest facts I have yet to understand. Everything that has once lived, has eventually died. I have learned that knowing this fact, acknowledging this fact, does not make grief any less real. It certainly has not made it easier. If anything, knowing this fact has mainly led me to writing this blog post. I suppose this is the greatest epiphany I have had about death.
Friday, August 14, 2020
Identity Crisis
On Time
I was in the process of writing a post based on a prompt I read from Poets&Writers magazine. The prompt was to create a nonfiction document that covered key events over the past twelve months. Out of fear of divulging too much of my personal history with a public audience, I deviated from the topic and began an analogy between physical and personal growth. That post remained imcomplete and I subsequently deleted it to write this one. My goal is to now complete this current post in one sitting.
One concept I have grappled with is time. Therefore I will write about it in this post. I gained my inspiration from a sermon I heard today on the very topic. Between the magazine's writing prompt, today's sermon, and the month-long blog post that got deleted, I decided that I have found an opportunity to address this issue directly in this post.
There are two main things I have learned about time: the concept of it is relative and the reality of it can only be measured. Time as a concept is relative to one's own experiences and present reality. A person's awareness of this concept does not verify its reality. Time moves regardless of whether it is acknowledged. However, one's awareness of time shapes one's relationship with time. I believe that how one perceives time also ultimately shapes how one chooses to go about life's other decisions. This may be debatable, for there are circumstances that do not always stem from personal choice. However, the decision to make an act on a choice is also a by-product of one's concept of time.
Time as a measurable concept allows one to own and make decisions. If one understands the measurement of time, one can decide for oneself what to do with allotted time. Time is measured whether or not one is aware or actively measuring. The earth revolves, the sun rises and sets, living organisms reproduce and die. Even without numerical awareness, the events take place. With numerical awareness, conscious decisions can take place.
On a personal level, I have experienced time both as an observer and active participant. I have observed years, days, and weeks pass by. I have observed the numbers on the clocks change, children growing older, and the physiological effects of the adults in my life aging. I have passively witnessed death and mourned the lives of those who are dear to me. As an observer, I learned that no one is immune to the effects of time.
I have been both a willing and unwilling active participant of the measurement time. I have documented every birthday since my 15th year outside my mother's womb. I have counted down the time on the clock, computing the amount of hours before a dreadful task ends or an anticipated event begins. I have written down goals and tracked my progress. I have created schedules of my own and followed schedules created for me by others. In my active participation I have learned that as an individual, I have the power to choose what I do with and how I measure time.
I have heard many wonderful quotes about time as it relates to the experience of time. I also have a few favorites. I could share them all here, but it would require me to search for them and in the process of searching, this too may become another unfinished post. Since I enjoy thinking and playing words, I will complete this post with a sumation of every quote or phrase I heard, seen, read, or thought of regarding the concept and measurement of time.
Life is a summary of every experience, from the moment of conception to the moment one's last breath is exhaled. This universe is the only permanence we know and our existence in it is fleeting. For every beginning there is an end, and for every ending there was a beginning. Time is endless, for it lives on in memories.
May your time be well spent.
Friday, May 31, 2019
On Commitment
I believe the biggest testament to commitment is the marriage contract. To me, upholding a marrriage contract is not simply a matter of not engaging in extramarital affairs or dodging divorce. It is about being clear of one's own intentions and keeping the agreement made between two partners. Essentially, it is like any other contract between to parties: there are terms and agreements which both parties must agree to. Therefore, I understand that a breach in this agreement may necessitate divorce. I have also learned that when two parties no longer agree to the terms of the agreement, then a new agreement may be negotiated on. All of this is okay, however, the primary objective of any agreement is to keep it.
I have been married for over a year now and if there is any lesson that I have learned, it is one of commitment. The most recurring theme being keeping agreements. This has been one of the toughest subjects for me because I often either renegotiate or break my agreements, may it be an agreement with myself or someone else.
For me, my first agreement regarding my marriage was to move to the other coast of Florida. This was agreed upon before we even had a formal ceremony or marriage certificate. However, it took me three months to follow through. There was a lot of reneogtiating with regards to the time frame, but the agreement was essentially kept.
There have been instances where we both have broken our agreements. Not in matters of traditional fidelity, but in matters of honesty. In those cases, I have learned the important and valuable lesson of accountability. Accountability, I have learned, is about taking into ACCOUNT how one's own actions have factored into one's own situation in life. It is not about blame, but about responsibility and ownership.
For instance, prior to getting married, I told my husband I would be done with school within two years. This was in the Spring of 2017. I knew that it was possible, but I did not follow through. Rather than blame him for lack of support or myself for lack of initiative, I got to take into account what actions led to me not following through with my word. I was aware of my financial situation and set a very high goal that did not match up with my situation in life at the time. I knew I had to pay out of pocket. However, I did not take into account the other financial responsibilities that come with marriage.
So from an accountability standpoint, I could say I did break my word to graduate within two years of getting married. The events that led to my breaking my word included working more hours than I did when I lived at home, adapting to a different schedule than I usually do, and lack of effective time management. Other factors included lack of finances and not pursuing alternative avenues to finance my education, while still upholding my other financial responsibilities. Factors that did help me get closer to my goal included taking additional classes and having at least one backup payment option to take additional courses.
Realizing that I was not going to reach my goal in time was disappointing, but not devastating. My end goal was to graduate and I did not lose sight of the end goal. Being accountable allowed me to receive feedback from my biggest supporter and look at ways I could still commit to my long-term goal without being entirely out of integrity. So, I took on additional classes and decided to be more honest about where I was. Now, I am on track to graduate a year later than I initially anticipated, but it will still happen before we reach our third year of marriage.
I think accountability also helps with preparing for future commitments. Realizing my areas of weakness that led me to be out of integrity, may help me in the future. One thing that I can do to ensure I keep future commitments is being honest with myself about what I can commit to and what I am willing to do to keep that commitment. Also, being present to who I am and what support systems I have available is important as well.
Essentially commitment is about being honest and present with oneself. In marriage, it is also about being honest with one's partner. It is about knowing what it will take to be in integrity and being present to that. One vow I can pride myself in keeping is staying by my husband's side "through sickness and ine health". I think out of all commitments I had to keep, this is the one that stuck because it was an explicit vow that was made as part of our marriage contract. Both of us have been ill during the course of our year and a half marriage and have really had to put that vow to the test. Knowing that we both are able to maintain that reassures me that we could support each other through our other personal commitments.