Mystery. There were
mysterious happenings. One day while sitting in a fifth-floor
office at my publisher’s, editing a chapter of the book, I saw for
the first time a note in the margin in Greg’s hand: “Get butterfly
haiku.” Only the day before, I had called my graduate assistant in
Texas and asked her to find a short poem for the text, and she had
give me this Japanese haiku:Reading Greg’s note, “Get butterfly haiku,” I think, “I’ve
already done that. I did that yesterday!” I was so stunned by this
coincidence that I turned in the swivel chair to look outside.
There I saw, hovering against the glass, five floors above Third
Avenue in New York City, a bright orange butterfly.
(Excerpt from Seven Choices by Elizabeth Harper
Neeld)
Many of us experience some kind of unusual phenomenon when we are
grieving. Often we are embarrassed to talk about these unusual
events. What if people around us think we are crazy?
But we aren’t crazy. Ordinary people—and lots of us—experience most
extraordinary occurrences when we are grieving. For instance, the
editor of the book I wrote, Seven Choices, told me the story
of what occurred to her shortly after her husband died:
I was riding in a taxi. Elliott had just died. I was going home
from the hospital to get burial clothes to take to the mortuary.
Suddenly the taxi was filled with the smell of violets. I looked
out the window to see who might be carrying flowers, or where the
flower stall was located. But there was no sign of flowers anywhere
on the street. “The violets must be in the front seat with the
driver,” I thought.
“What a beautiful smell,” I said. “Where are the flowers?”
The driver looked startled. “I was about to ask you what perfume
you’re wearing,” he said.
Neither of us could come up with an explanation for the sudden
smell of violets that we were both experiencing. It was one of
those weird, unexplainable occurrences. In some strange way,
though, that mystery was comforting to me. I was uplifted by the
smell of those violets. I felt as though I’d been touched by
Elliott, or by the hand of God.
(Excerpt from Seven Choices)
There are many theories to explain this kind of strange event. A
physicist might talk about “implicate order” and “morphogenic
fields.” A scientist might talk about “laws of seriality” and
“object-impact interactions.” A Jungian scholar might mention
“synchronicity.” A theologian might talk about “grace” and “a
higher Being.”
I especially like these words from Albert Einstein:
To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists,
manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant
beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in the most
primitive forms--this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of
true religiousness... There is, after all, something eternal that
lies beyond reach of the hand of fate and of all human
delusions.
(cited in A Sacred Primer by Elizabeth Harper
Neeld)
The most useful way to hold these mysterious events, especially
early in our grieving, is not to try to understand them but merely
to acknowledge and reflect on them. Just because we experience
something strange does not mean that we are “making things up” or
losing our logical faculties. We don’t have to be able to explain
something in order to take comfort from it or to marvel at it.
There’s a wonderful poem by Adam Zagajewski called “Try to Praise
the Mutilated World,” where he says:
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
(cited in A Sacred Primer by Elizabeth Harper
Neeld)
In my own life, I have found the mysterious events that occur
during grief something like a June long day or walking barefoot in
the dew. These occurrences are like an oasis in the dry desert of
pain and loss. They are like a momentary uplift out of the dreary
dark of dealing daily with the loss (though often very long-lasting
in their impact on my spirit). They are events that are gifts to be
received, moments of grace to be honored.
Clearly, one thing we realize when we experience moments of Mystery
is that we do not know everything, that there is Presence that we
cannot explain. We have come, now, face to face with the truth that
Life does contain mysteries. And that it is possible to be impacted
most positively by something even if you can’t begin to understand
it.
Related articles:
• Simple Presence - Open Heart
• Faith
Also by Elizabeth Harper Neeld:
• How Can We Hope When There Is No Hope?
• The Physical Stress of Grieving
• People Want to Be Helpful, But...
•
But I Feel So Guilty
Dr. Elizabeth Harper
Neeld offers wisdom and practical insights born of personal
experience to people rebuilding their lives after suffering grief
and loss. As an internationally recognized and accomplished
consultant, advisor, and author of more than twenty books -
including
Tough Transitions and
Seven Choices: Finding Daylight After Loss Shatters Your
World
- she is committed to work that helps lift the human
spirit.
Author's photo by Joey Bieber
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