Processing our Collective Grief

In this excellent article from Yes! magazine, the author, Gabes Torres, provides practices and wise guidance to process our grief both within ourselves and in community. (About a 6 minute read)

A couple of quotes to whet your interest:

“A mantra my mentees and I occasionally use is: “Digest. Process. Rest. Resist.”

“It is important for us to be as politically grounded as we are politically awake, and, as much as we can, to do so in the context of community.”

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Many of us are familiar with Elizabeth Kübler-Ross’ five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance—a call to move forward in life while welcoming the different waves of grief that come and go.

In today’s world, these waves have grown stronger because of the rise of losses and reasons behind them, which reside outside the confines of inevitable mortality and natural death. We are up against a relentless recurrence and severity of death in the context of violence, systemic oppression, and White cisheteronormative patriarchy. Before we can even metabolize the grief from one brutality, there comes another. Here, we explore the experience of collective grief, where the final stage of acceptance does not seem appropriate when we are up against violent and unacceptable conditions. 

The month of June is burdened with unimaginable massacre anniversaries, including the 1921 Tulsa massacre in which White rioters looted and burned Black Wall Street. June 12 marks the anniversary of the mass shooting at gay nightclub Pulse in Orlando. Charged by anti-gay violence, the gunman killed 49 people and injured 53, making this one of the deadliest mass shootings in U.S. history. On June 17, we remember the shooting in Charleston, where a 21-year-old White supremacist murdered nine Black churchgoers during a prayer service at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. 

This doesn’t even include the gun violence we are experiencing in the present—including the recent school shooting in Uvalde, Texas. How many more vigils? How many more wailing parents and fearful loved ones? How many more lives have gone too soon? With these hate-filled and mostly racially charged atrocities, the waves of grief feel more like storm surges. While we consider that our collective nervous system is pushed closer and closer to its limit, how can we still practice solidarity when the violence is relentless?

First, it is important we understand the nature of collective grief, which can be understood through the lens of vicarious trauma or secondary traumatic stress. Dr. Leia Saltzman at Tulane University School of Social Work describes collective trauma as “an event, or series of events, that shatters the experience of safety for a group, or groups, of people. … These events are different from other forms of traumatic events because of their collective nature. That is, these events are a shared experience that alter the narrative and psyche of a group or community.” Moreover, with the heightened global access to social media, individuals and groups who are not directly involved in these traumatic experiences are still impacted by the violence simply by witnessing. This is called vicarious or secondary trauma. Studies have shown that this indirect exposure to dangerous and even fatal events can cause post-traumatic stress disorder in individuals.

It is beneficial to address the concept of oscillation, or the back-and-forth movement, in processing the grief. Because of how finite our human bodies are, it is not sustainable for us to be exposed to pain or stay in it for long periods of time or in high frequency. In oscillation, we stay present enough with the grief to confront, reflect, and talk about it, but not to the point where we are too overwhelmed or overcome by it that it debilitates us or causes physiological ailments, inflammation, or extreme discomfort. Similarly, we ought to avoid overstaying on the other side of the spectrum of desensitization or disconnection from the collective trauma, leaving us apathetic or numb to our collective responsibility to look after one another and disrupt systems and cycles of violence. 

What is it like to oscillate from processing the grief, and to also be distanced just enough so we may rest and metabolize the emotions and information we have witnessed and stored in our bodies? A mantra my mentees and I occasionally use is: “Digest. Process. Rest. Resist.” We understand that it is not always in this order depending on the situation at hand, and that is OK. However, the movement back and forth is valuable. It is not sustainable to always resist, nor is it acceptable to overdo the recuperation or reflection stages to the point of inaction.

Here, we consider the reality of our bodies. It can be humbling to confront our limitations as human beings, and yet there is so much potential for what we can do together once we are aware of our capacities and limitations. I bring this up because whenever we directly or indirectly experience something very traumatic, we involuntarily dissociate or depart from our bodies and from the present moment. This is a resilient way our nervous systems try to cope and survive devastating situations. There is a spectrum, or a window, from which we navigate safety, and our bodies are intelligently and intuitively aware of this spectrum without us even knowing about it consciously. With that, we pay attention to what our bodies communicate and to trust them, which takes some time and practice. So when we feel like we are about to check out of our bodies, we can notice and consider asking: Do I still feel safe? What is causing me not to feel safe, and how can I return to safety? 

For instance, as a migrant, I know that I can easily get activated whenever I am exposed to media or conversations on migration trauma or anti-immigrant policies. I do not disconnect from it entirely, but as much as I can, I maintain a calculated degree of attention to and distance from anything related to the topic. When I am mindful of my proximity to it, this allows me to remain present with myself and in the fight toward justice for immigrants. (The Window of Tolerance could be a helpful clinical tool as an entry point to this discussion; however, just as any clinical theory, it is limited, because it does not consider society and political systems. This resource is one I created that attempts to politicize the Window of Tolerance from a racial justice perspective.) 

To assess one’s window is to revisit our relationships to our bodies. We can also be gracious with ourselves in this process, especially since the majority of us have been socialized with Western ideas in relation to our bodies, where we are influenced by the oppressive beliefs of Gnosticism, fatphobia, White evangelicalism, capitalism, etc. Because of these ideas, we are societally expected and pressured to be disembodied in order to function like machines in delivering the demands of industries and institutions. Additionally, to be in one’s body will not always feel safe for everyone, which explains why dissociation takes place. So, when we move toward the revolutionary act of embodiment, we start, persist, and end with grace and patience.

In embodiment, it helps to use our senses to return to the present moment by accessing and activating a variety of sensations. If you are able, you can splash or wash your face with cold water, taste something sour, describe the colors and textures of your surroundings, sing or dance to music, or even touch or gaze upon the textures of the plants or trees nearest you. Choose the practice that is most enlivening and accessible to you. It does not have to be perfect or tidy, but to feel different sensations serves as an alarm (or a snooze) to return to the here and now. 

Another exercise is check-ins. This can be a self check-in where you can ask questions like: How is my body feeling today? How is my breathing? What is the taste in my mouth? What do I see, hear, smell, or touch? Where has my attention been frequently going? To be mindful of one’s bodily state without judgment develops our relationship with our bodies, and therefore enables us to assess or intuit whether we feel safe enough in certain situations. It is also noteworthy to consider this as a communal practice. Here, you can invite trusted friends to do collective check-ins together. Be intentional and flexible. Establish a certain level of frequency that is sustainable to all parties involved, but do so as a way to be accountable with one another as opposed to reporting to each other. Because our grief and trauma are collective, so must our experiences and pursuits of healing said grief and trauma be collective.

There are many more ways to attend to one’s body and metabolize grief. It is important for us to be as politically grounded as we are politically awake, and, as much as we can, to do so in the context of community. To end, I direct you to this sacred centering exercise led by embodiment practitioner and writer Prentis Hemphill, which I hope can bring us closer to ourselves, our bodies, and our sense of collective healing (transcript is available here). 

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GABES TORRES is a psychotherapist, organizer, and artist. Her work focuses on anti-colonial approaches and practices within the mental health field. She also focuses on abolitionist organizing on a global scale. You can find most of her work on her official website, www.gabestorres.com, and social media platforms, including Instagram

For the Love of the World

(with a bow of gratitude to Sister Amina who published this in her blog, “Love, Harmony, and Beauty”)

For the love of a tree…
She went out on a limb.

For the love of the sea…
She rocked the boat.

For the love of the earth…
She dug deeper.

For the love of community…
She mended fences.

For the love of the stars…
She let her light shine.

For the love of spirit…
She nurtured her soul.

For the love of a good time…
She sowed seeds of happiness.

For the love of the Goddess…
She drew down the moon.

For the love of nature…
She made compost.

For the love of a good meal…
She gave thanks.

For the love of family…
She reconciled differences.

For the love of creativity…
She entertained new possibilities.

For the love of her enemies…
She suspended judgment.

For the love of herself…
She acknowledged her worth.

And the world was richer for her.

~ Charlotte Tall Mountain

To see and be seen – beautiful poetry by David Whyte

SECOND SIGHT

Sometimes, you need the ocean light,
and colours you’ve never seen before
painted through an evening sky.

Sometimes you need your God
to be a simple invitation
not a telling word of wisdom.

Sometimes you need only the first shyness
that comes from being shown things
far beyond your understanding,

so that you can fly and become free
by being still and by being still here.

And then there are times you want to be
brought to ground by touch
and touch alone.

To know those arms around you
and to make your home in the world
just by being wanted.

To see eyes looking back at you,
as eyes should see you at last,

seeing you, as you always wanted to be seen,
seeing you, as you yourself
had always wanted to see the world.

‘SECOND SIGHT’
David Whyte : Essentials
Many Rivers Press 2020

SECOND SIGHT

The sense of been seen by the one you love or even been seen or found by one you imagine you could love in your future, through the intensity with which you are seeing them – or looking for them — the reciprocation of that seeing — the essence of the mutual, loving gaze – even into the distance, even at a distance. It is not confined to the merely human. It is the essence of religious experience, or of looking intensely at a landscape or the ocean, the give and take of the shoreline where the two meet, the river coming to meet us; the way we we fall in love, and perhaps equally, find ourselves in love with the tidal essence of the world that we inhabit. DW

Musical Balm for Sore Souls

“Don’t let it bring you down
It’s only castles burning
Just find someone who’s turning
And you will come around”

~ Neil Young

This song keeps rolling through my head these last few days. 

The insanity, stupidity, inhumanity, and ignorance of the SCOTUS ruling and all those conservative politicians and their flocks of fools can certainly bring one down.

But instead I choose to look for my beloveds who are turning and join their dance. And we will come around.

In the Sufi tradition there’s an aspect of the divine – what we call a wazifah – one of the 99 names of Allah or attributes of God. It is one of my favorites,  “Tawwab.” It is part of forgiveness of yourself and others that translates as turning back from forgetfulness to remembrance that all is divine, all is beauty, harmony, and love. 

So…

Don’t let it bring you down

It’s only castles burning 

Just find someone who’s turning

And you will come around.

May it be so…

Heart Awareness

From Fr Richard Rohr’s blog site – Daily Meditations

“We might ask ourselves how we feel when we wake up in the morning. . . . Befriend your feelings and see them as a warning to take care of yourself throughout the day. Try not to eradicate or block the experience. Only acknowledge them, then let go.”

Detoxing Our Hearts

Buddhist author Valerie Mason-John encourages us to remain emotionally sober by practicing a detox of the heart, allowing ourselves to experience waves of emotion and let them go:

Our hearts could be described as huge muscles that open and close, shrivel and expand, soften and harden, love and hate. We have to work diligently to keep our hearts open, just as we have to work to keep other muscles in the body strong. Purifying our hearts is an ongoing process, like physical exercise. . . .

If we are to detox our hearts, build up our heart muscles, and become happier, we must cultivate mindfulness in everything we do. . . . With the presence of awareness we can see there is no need to hold on to or push away our thoughts, feelings, and emotions. They will come and go of their own accord. If we push them away or cling to them they will stay in our hearts and accumulate. Similarly, if we allow our thoughts to be like clouds in the sky, they will pass. Even the dark, heavy clouds eventually pass.  

How is your heart feeling today? Awareness begins in the heart. This turning inward can be a revolutionary act. We might ask ourselves how we feel when we wake up in the morning. . . . Befriend your feelings and see them as a warning to take care of yourself throughout the day. Try not to eradicate or block the experience. Only acknowledge them, then let go. Let the muscles of your heart soften, let your tears dilute your toxins, let the heart stay open.

If you remember, ask yourself in the middle of the day how your heart is. This will help to keep it open, and you may find that what you were feeling in the morning is quite different from what you are feeling at midday. This is impermanence: the universal law of change.

A peaceful image of a creek bed with a white play button overlay.

Experience a version of this practice through video and sound.

Valerie Mason-John, Detox Your Heart: Meditations for Healing Emotional Trauma, rev. ed. (Somerville, MA: Wisdom Publications, 2017), 45.

Radical Acceptance

Surrender to what is, and release of all attachment requires a level of radical acceptance. That acceptance includes the willingness to be present to the possibility that everything in our lives, from the micro of our relationships, and our communities, to the macro of the planet, may have to end before rebirth can happen.

Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditations blog in late May spoke to this compellingly:

If Jesus himself says the church is falling into ruin, I guess we can admit it also without being accused of being negative or unbelieving. Maybe we have to admit it for anything new and good to happen. —Richard Rohr

Practice – The Shining Word “And”

Father Richard offers a contemplative practice of embracing “and.” We encourage you to read these words slowly, allowing for a “both-and” space to emerge within:

“And” teaches us to say yes

“And” allows us to be both-and

“And” keeps us from either-or

“And” teaches us to be patient and long suffering

“And” is willing to wait for insight and integration

“And” keeps us from dualistic thinking

“And” does not divide the field of the moment

“And” helps us to live in the always imperfect now

“And” keeps us inclusive and compassionate toward everything

“And” insists that our action is also contemplative

“And” heals our racism, sexism, heterosexism, and classism

“And” allows us to critique both sides of things

“And” allows us to enjoy both sides of things

“And” is far beyond any one nation or political party

“And” helps us face and accept our own shadow side

“And” allows us to ask for forgiveness and to apologize

“And” is the mystery of the paradox in all things

“And” is the way of mercy

“And” makes daily, practical love possible

“And” does not trust love if it is not also justice

“And” does not trust justice if it is not also love

“And” is far beyond my religion versus your religion

“And” allows us to be both distinct and yet united

“And” is the very Mystery of Trinity

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Experience a version of this practice through video and sound.

Adapted from Richard Rohr, The Naked Now: Learning to See as the Mystics See (New York: Crossroad Publishing, 2009), 180–181. 

Wendell Berry Poetry to Lift us up

Once again our beloved poets remind us how to carry on in the midst of confusion and grieving. “The impeded stream is the one that sings.”

Our Real Work

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.


Copyright ©1983 by Wendell Berry, from Standing by Words

Beautiful Music

Our beloved NextGen Sufis sent out this awesome and beautiful video of a new song by Sophya Dhyana from Colombia. She gave me permission to share it here. Please enjoy. Click here to watch it.

Here are the lyrics:

Spanish: 
Renace la fuerza desde bien adentro del fondo de la tierra , yo invoco a mis ancestros 
Renace la fuerza desde bien adentro del fondo de la tierra , yo invoco a mis ancestras 
Gira, crece , sube en espiral El fuego de mis venas transforma lo irreal 
Gira, crece , sube en espiral El fuego de mis venas transforma lo irreal 
Cura , sana , Cura , sana y fluye.

English: 
The strength is reborn from the  inside, From the deep of the earth I invoke my ancestors
It spins, it grows, it turns in spirals The fire of my veins transforms what’s unreal. 
Heal, heal, heal, heal and flow. 

A Prayer from Mirabai Starr

My friend Mirabai posted this today and it felt like a good companion and antidote to the feelings expressed in my last poetry. This poetry was inspired by her friend Andrew Harvey, in a book she did many years ago in collaboration with her dear friend and renowned iconographer, Fr. Bill McNichols, Mother of God Similar to Fire.

MOTHER OF GOD, SHE WHO HEARS THE CRIES OF THE WORLD ​​​​​​​​
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Mother of Mercy, ​​​​​​​​
the cries of the world keep me awake at night. ​​​​​​​​
I rise from my bed, but I cannot locate the source of the wailing. ​​​​​​​​
It is everywhere, Mother, coming from all directions, ​​​​​​​​
and my heart is shattered by the sheer intensity of suffering. ​​​​​​​​
You of boundless compassion, ​​​​​​​​
expand my heart so that I can contain the pain. ​​​​​​​​
Focus my mind so that I can arrive at viable solutions, ​​​​​​​​
and energize my body so that I can engage in effective action. ​​​​​​​​
Give me the courage to follow the crumbs of heartbreak ​​​​​​​​
all the way home to the place where I can be of real service. ​​​​​​​​
Let me dip my fingers into the dew of your compassion ​​​​​​​​
and scatter it now over the fevered brow of this world.​​​​​​​​
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(Mirabai Starr)