Thursday, January 31, 2013

Entering the Mystery


Embracing the Questions

Great Mystery that is life, we ask to be blessed by the conscious knowing that fuels our spirit and makes us live. May we embrace that which we do not understand as well. May we approach all with reverence and know that the answers will come in their own time. May we relish in it and find peace despite the absence of clarity and somehow be comforted by the experience of the mystery that is life itself.”
                        Laura Berman Fortgang (The Little Book on Meaning)

It was Rainer Maria Rilke who advised, “have patience with everything unresolved in your heart..try to love the questions themselves as though they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language.” There are so many more questions than answers in one lifetime that if we don't learn to embrace them, we'll live with a great deal of frustration. Always life offers up new experiences and new questions; so much so that many days we walk within a cloud of unknowing as thick as a New England fog-bank.

Today, I will go to a Police Precinct with my son to file an official report and go over evidence collected at a crime scene. On Monday night, as my son was leaving a theater, he was assaulted by and group of young men and beaten with fists and a tire iron. He was left tied in the back of his car badly battered. When he came to, he managed to get himself loose and called 911, me, and his brother. We all converged on the scene a little before mid-night. After spending a couple of hours with the paramedics and police, I took him to the Emergency Room and spent the rest of the night waiting while he was put through a battery of examinations. He's bruised black and blue and has a concussion, but no broken bones, no internal injuries, no bleeding inside his head. He feels lucky to be alive. I feel numb. And I have a million questions.

All this is new to me. You'd think at my stage of life, I would have experienced that dreaded phone call in the night, that quaking of the legs that barely lets you stand on your feet, that anxious vigil in an unnaturally bright ER examining room, but I haven't. Nor have I gone to a Police station to witness an official statement. I don't know what to expect.

Life will always serve up experiences that are untried, with new unanswered questions. Not all of them will be holy or pleasant. When we allow ourselves to go into them, not as something to be avoided at all cost, but as one more encounter with the Mystery, they are less terrifying. My son is going to be all right and for that I am grateful.

                                                   In the spirit,
                                                      Jane

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