{"id":3186,"date":"2012-09-18T13:48:40","date_gmt":"2012-09-18T17:48:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=3186"},"modified":"2012-10-15T10:47:38","modified_gmt":"2012-10-15T14:47:38","slug":"the-whole-thing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=3186","title":{"rendered":"July 1995: “The Whole Thing”"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Here’s another gem, found while converting old journal documents to a newer program.\u00a0 Written in July 1995)
\nSUNDAY, JULY 30.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Candle, dandelion tea, aap sahaee hoaa on the tape deck.\u00a0 Glorious day, snarling planes, enormous sadness.\u00a0 I’m seeing that in the struggle with the noise<\/a> there are many “parts of myself”:
\nI am the one that screams intolerably loud, trying to get someone to pay attention to my pain.
\nI am the one that tries to avoid hearing the noise, that makes the noisemaker wrong.
\nI am the one that cries out and causes other people to feel the pain of their unhealed wounds.
\nI am the one who, attempting to enjoy my life, thoughtlessly causes pain to others.
\nI am the one who is damaged, before birth and all my life, by the toxic wastes of our unhealthy culture, and I am the one who perpetuates that pollution by the choices I make in how I live.
\nThe hardest one to own is “thoughtlessly causes pain” since I have spent so much of my life’s energy holding myself back, holding back my power, my creativity, my intelligence, my joy, in the effort not to “hurt” people.\u00a0 But much of that fear was an illusion.\u00a0 And the truth is that I have, more than once, thoughtlessly caused pain by an unconsidered remark.<\/p>\n

Walking back to the house to get a mug, I could see the beauty of the glorious day – sparkling blue and green, fresh breeze, white clouds — and the pain of my grief like a dagger in the heart and one did not shut out the other, they were both there, both parts of me, both pain and glory and they were somehow one, somehow some new thing that contains both pain and joy, that’s much bigger than either, that reaches out into enormous spaces.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This is the whole thing.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This is like the moment of the corpse and the blossoming apple tree, but more complete.\u00a0 Words are poor substitutes for experience — that’s the best I can do.\u00a0 I wish I could express it as poetry, there’s some sort of intensification that happens when the pain is there with the beauty, but doesn’t cut me off from the beauty.\u00a0 This is like the way the beauty of the world was intensified in the aftermath of Fiona’s death, but then the pain was greater than the beauty, and now the beauty is greater than the pain, includes the pain, is completed by the pain.\u00a0 I repeat to myself with wonder and tears: “This is the whole thing.\u00a0 I have it all.”<\/p>\n

“This beauty opens a great heart, wide, wide a world’s refuge.”<\/p>\n

The white clouds fly.\u00a0 The little green leaves quiver in the sunlight.\u00a0 A purple finch sits at the feeder.\u00a0 The sunlight falls on the pottery shells.\u00a0 Signs from Journey into Courage stand against the wall.\u00a0 Maria & Susie are elegant, the dollhouse is unfinished, the crone fabric hangs in the background.\u00a0 The white clouds fly behind the ugly transformer with its ugly wires that brings the electricity into the house to run the tape deck so I can be listening to aap sahaee hoaa, and the sound of a plane contributes a base note.\u00a0 A butterfly and a bee come to the window.\u00a0 “I am the sacrifice unto the One, day or night, with every breath, remember Him.”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Not perfection, but completeness.\u00a0 Yes, Lord, I happily and with gratitude, give up “perfection” and accept completeness.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “The Lord Himself has become my refuge.”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 What an astonishing, rich, complex, enormous place to live.\u00a0 And I have no name for it, can only feebly call it “the Whole Thing.”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Perhaps this is god?\u00a0 Certainly there is a sense of a Divine Being who contains all these contradictory things, and has room for more, space in which utterly new things can appear.\u00a0 And I say Yes! I want it all, the pain as well as the joy, the endless risk of being “open to the new.”<\/p>\n

9\/16\/12\u00a0 As I am reading this, a rabbit comes up the steps and looks through the door glass right at me.\u00a0 He stays there, then ducks down and pops up several times before leaving.\u00a0 Is this a message?<\/p>\n

Fiona was our first dog, killed on the road.<\/p>\n

Aap sahaee hoaa<\/a> is a Sanscrit chant.\u00a0 We played it a lot after Fiona’s death.<\/p>\n

The line about “opens a great heart” is from Thomas Merton’s translation of Chuangtse’s poem “How deep is Tao”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(Here’s another gem, found while converting old journal documents to a newer program.\u00a0 Written in July 1995) SUNDAY, JULY 30.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Candle, dandelion tea, aap sahaee hoaa on the tape deck.\u00a0 Glorious day, snarling planes, enormous sadness.\u00a0 I’m seeing that in … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3186","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spirit"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3186","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3186"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3186\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3186"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3186"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3186"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}