Mindfulness for Loss

Mindfulness for Loss and Grief

How to live with loss and grief


Today I got the sad news that a previous course participant loss her battle with Cancer. People often tell me not to take my work home with me, is that even an option in this line of work? I don’t take my job home with me, I take my being human home, it's one thing I refuse to detach from. My work gives me a reminder every day at how lucky I am to wake up with my health still intact.

This morning, just by coincidence I came across this post written by Elizabeth Gilbert and it struck a chord, especially relevant on this day when my thoughts are with the lovely lady who lost her life to this devasting illness and her family that now must pick up the pieces.

I am Willing - Elizabeth Gilbert

Dear Ones:
What does “forever” mean, when one of the lovers has terminal cancer?
That’s simple: It means FOREVER.
Six months ago this week, Rayya died.
People keep asking me how I’m doing, and I’m not always sure how to answer that. It depends on the day. It depends on the minute. Right this moment, I’m OK. Yesterday, not so good. Tomorrow, we’ll see.
Here is what I have learned about Grief, though.
I have learned that Grief is a force of energy that cannot be controlled or predicted. It comes and goes on its own schedule. Grief does not obey your plans, or your wishes. Grief will do whatever it wants to you, whenever it wants to. In that regard, Grief has a lot in common with Love.
The only way that I can “handle” Grief, then, is the same way that I “handle” Love — by not “handling” it. By bowing down before its power, in complete humility.
When Grief comes to visit me, it’s like being visited by a tsunami. I am given just enough warning to say, “Oh my god, this is happening RIGHT NOW,” and then I drop to the floor on my knees and let it rock me. It’s a full-body experience. To resist it is to be brutalized by it. You just bow down — that’s all you CAN do — and you let this thing roll through your heart and body and mind, in all its vehemence.
How do you survive the tsunami of Grief?
By being willing to experience it, without resistance. By being willing to feel everything. By being willing to accept the unacceptable.
The conversation of Grief, then, is one of prayer-and-response.
Grief says to me: “You will never love anyone the way you loved Rayya.”
And I reply: “I am willing for that to be true.”
Grief says: “She’s gone, and she’s never coming back.”
I reply: “I am willing for that to be true.”
Grief says: “You will never see her walk in the door again.”
I say: “I am willing.”
Grief says: “You will never have access to her wisdom again.”
I say: “I am willing.”
Grief says: “You will never hear that laugh again.”
I say: “I am willing.”
Grief says, “You will never smell her skin again.”
I get down on the floor on my fucking knees, and — and through my sheets of tears — I say, “I AM WILLING.”
I am beginning to understand that Grief is not the same thing as Depression. Depression is unwilling. Grief is a MOVEMENT — catastrophic and mighty — that you ALLOW to rock you and spin you. Depression is refusal to feel. Depression is a refusal to move, or to be moved. Depression is resistance, and resistance is futile.
I am not depressed, in the wake of Rayya’s death. I am DESTROYED, but I am not depressed — but that’s only because I am willing to be destroyed.
I will live on, because I am WILLING. I am willing to take this life on God’s terms, not mine.
Love’s terms, not mine.
Grief’s terms, not mine.
I am willing to surrender to the reality that I will never understand any of this. I am even willing to accept that I may not ever fully heal from the loss of Rayya.
Grief says: “You may never recover from this”
And I say: “I am willing.”
This is the job of the living — to be willing to bow down before EVERYTHING that is bigger than you. And nearly everything in this world is bigger than you. Let your willingness be the only big thing about you.
Me, too. I am completely fucking baffled. I don’t understand Life any more than I understand Love or Death or Grief.
But I am willing to be here for the duration of the mystery. I am willing to be rocked by every last tsunami.
I don’t know what Rayya is doing or being now. That is not for me to know. I only know that I will love her forever. And I know what I am doing and what I am being:
I am willing.

Acceptance and Willingness to Feel

What struck me when reading the words of Elizabeth Gilbert was how beautifully they explain the place of Mindfulness in the context of loss and grief. It’s her acceptance of whatever comes up in the moment and her willingness to stay open to life, whatever the future brings. I guess it’s the difference between closing down after a great loss or staying brave, open and soft to life even if you want to shut down. Ms Gilbert likens it to the difference of being sad and being depressed, a useful comparison. 

I am willing to be here for the duration of the mystery – I am willing to be rocked by every last tsunami – I am willing

This is the only choice we have in life, to accept that we have no control and that living now, this very moment is the only choice we have.

In the end, we have to accept that for now, we feel deep pain, maybe it will pass or maybe it will just soften, or maybe you will just let it become a part of who you now are. But for now, we have to be willing.

If anything from this post has hit home for you, if you need help or support for grief, loss or Cancer, please get in touch to find out how we can help.