How to navigate a life

I think I’ve run out of superlatives to describe Pam.  I think I’ll just call her Pam the Great.

Any more of my words would sully the gorgeousness, the sheer this-is-what-life-is-about and so WAKE UP and start living it power of this piece.  So, without any more of my blathering: Pam.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

How to Navigate a Life

When Lindsey emailed me and asked if I would write something about trust, I stared at my computer for a second and then deleted her message. “Trust? Me? Um, no.” A little while later, I wrote back. I told her that I wasn’t really qualified to write about trust unless it was mistrust. Un-trust. “Great,” she wrote back a few seconds later. “I can’t wait.”

That was a few months ago. Obviously, I have been avoiding this, this process of sitting down and untangling. But I have been thinking about it a little, about why it’s so difficult for me. I have been thinking about how my husband takes one look at me some days and gently tells me I am being a porcupine, that my hackles are up. I have been wondering why, in Mary Oliver’s poem “Wild Geese”, Scott remembers the line about letting the soft animal of your body love what it loves, while I always think of: “Tell me about despair, yours and I will tell you mine.”

But I have been working at this, this trust thing. In fact, the last time I read “Wild Geese,” I noticed another line. A line that begins with “Meanwhile.”

Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile, the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes.

If words could be things, Meanwhile would be a quilt or a down comforter. Meanwhile would be a steaming cup of tea or a hot bagel from H&H on Broadway. If words could be people, Meanwhile would be Pema Chodron. Ina Garten. I am trying to live into the word Meanwhile. I am trying to inhabit Meanwhile, even when part of my brain is freaking out and thinking about things such as how we have to move again in 11 months. I’m trying to remember Meanwhile, even as I think another move might just do me in, that I am tired of renting other people’s crappy old houses, that I may be the worst military wife in the history of military wives.

But meanwhile, I am fine. Meanwhile, the water is boiling for tea, the boys need a snack. Meanwhile it’s June and we are going to the park to meet a friend. Slowly I am learning how to relax into the palm of my own life. Last night I went to sleep thinking about trust, how it wasn’t that hard after all.

This morning, I woke up early to go for a run. I walked out the side door before six and went to my car where I had left my iPod. There, I discovered how very funny the mind is. After I opened the car door, part of my brain just stopped, frozen in fear at the mess that was heaped upon the passenger seat, while the other part of my brain was throwing out rational explanations as if they were life preservers. Did my glove box just spontaneously spill open like that? Did I do that? Did Scott get the iPod from my car? Did the boys somehow get into my car without my noticing and trash it? Part of my brain was looking for an innocent explanation for the mess, even as I saw the empty space at the end of the iPod connector, even as I saw the owner’s manual and the ancient Jamba Juice menu and the receipt from my last oil change flung through the interior of my Prius.

Also on the front seat were the car keys as well as the key to the front door of our house. (Because clearly I am an idiot). If I were another sort of person, I would be writing a post about the basic goodness of people, that despite the fact that the person who ransacked my car has some issues that need to be dealt with, he or she did not steal my car. They did not use my house key (my house key!!) to walk through the front door, steal our possessions, and then stab us to death with the set of Henckels that we received on our wedding day.

But I am not that kind of person. I am the kind of person who looks at the place where my iPod used to be, at the contents of my glove box spilling onto my front seat and thinks, “You fucking motherfuckers.” And then I turn all of that anger onto myself for leaving the door unlocked. For leaving the keys right there. “What the hell were you thinking?” I wonder. Because obviously this is my fault.

Right there, pretty much, is my lifetime relationship with trust. You relax and the world ends. You trick yourself into believing everything is going to be fine and then Something Happens. There is an accident. A diagnosis. A crash. A death. An unexpected incident. You leave your car unlocked and wake up to find it trashed, your children’s artwork thrown around like confetti from a party to which you weren’t invited. You give someone your heart and they take another girl to their fraternity’s spring formal while you are at a track meet in Indianapolis, they tell you you’re too difficult to love, they invite you to dinner and then tell you that they have no passion for this relationship. (At least, in the case of that last boyfriend, I had the presence of mind to ask for my CDs back). Those are just the little things of course, the ones I can write about. We have all endured more, much more. We have all had our trust shattered by rounds of ammunition. We have each lived through our own nuclear disasters.

So how does one recover after these catastrophes, especially the ones for which there is no incident report to file, no criminal investigation, no hope of justice. Once, years ago, after one of my roommates was going through a painful breakup, I asked how he was doing. He looked at me, stunned, and said, “Just because someone leaves doesn’t mean they give you your feelings back.”

It happens every day. Things get stolen. Our iPods, our health, our feelings. Our dreams of how it should be, our beliefs about how we should be. It starts out so good in our mind. We carry armfuls of hope like so many flowers, and then Something Happens, and we are left holding nothing, our empty hands grasping onto the air.

If the question is how to trust, I do not know the answer. If the question is why do we trust, I would only say that sometimes, we forget the disasters and do dumb things like leave our car doors unlocked. But this is not the answer. This is not even the question. I no longer even remember what the question is.

A few months ago, I was at a parent meeting at my son’s school. We had a guest speaker, a doctor who is well respected in the Waldorf community. One woman was asking the doctor how to get her husband to accept some alternative treatments for a child’s illness. Alternatives like letting a fever run or administering homeopathic remedies, delaying vaccines. “I think,” the doctor said after a moment, “That this is not so much a question about how to treat illness as it is how to navigate a marriage.”

I think this is not so much a question about how to trust, as it is how to navigate a life.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes.

Last night, I was commending myself for how well I was doing at living in the Meanwhile. But Meanwhile is where we all live, isn’t it, regardless of whether we want to or not. We are lighthearted until Something Happens. There is an accident. A diagnosis. A crash. A death. An unexpected incident. You leave your car unlocked and wake up to find it trashed. Meanwhile, the world goes on. Meanwhile our broken hearts keep on beating. Meanwhile, that relentlessly indefatigable part of our brain says “Inhale.” And then it says, “Exhale.” Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Our dumb old bodies. Our dumb old lungs that trust in all that empty air. Our dumb old hearts.


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20 Comments

  1. Posted June 21, 2011 at 6:27 am | Permalink

    wonderful post. And yet, all I can think of is the child whose vaccines are being delayed because the mother won’t innoculate.

    The world goes on… that is the cause of so much pain, as you note, when something dreadful– truly dreadful– happens. When loved ones have died suddenly or when I received my cancer diagnosis it’s the cruel disregard that the world continued to spin that was often the most painful.

    And yet, slowly but surely we find a way to continue on… never the same, but continue nonetheless.

    Thank you both for this post. (a thief did a similar thing to a car parked in our driveway. what I cared most about was a keychain that had been taken. Months later, the police called; they’d recovered items when they arrested the perpetrator. The only thing I got back out of everything taken was that keychain. I couldn’t have been happier. It’s the the little things).

    Happy summer!

    Ana Reply:

    The delayed vaccine thing tripped me up too; I had to go back and re-read to get back in the zone!

    Pamela Reply:

    Sorry! Specifically the doctor was talking about delaying vaccines by a few weeks if your child is sick and waiting until they are healthy enough to handle it better. She wasn’t advocating not vaccinating.

  2. Posted June 21, 2011 at 6:27 am | Permalink

    Oh. My. God. What a way to start my day. Thank you Lindsey for introducing me (as it were), and thank you Pam for this incredible piece. At first I was thinking that “meanwhile” was the mortar between the bricks, but as I read on I agreed with Pam that it was more fluid. Anyway, I’ll be thinkin about this gorgeous piece all day.

  3. Posted June 21, 2011 at 7:04 am | Permalink

    I love this. Pam and I share the same feelings about trust, even as I try to force myself beyond myself to try and trust again (and again and again). “Meanwhile” is now my new word ….

  4. Posted June 21, 2011 at 7:51 am | Permalink

    Thank you, ladies. As usual, I am in awe of both of you and your words.

    And your timing couldn’t be better….

    XOXO

  5. Posted June 21, 2011 at 8:20 am | Permalink

    Wow. So beautiful and powerful. I’ll be thinking about this one for a long time.

  6. Posted June 21, 2011 at 8:28 am | Permalink

    Lindsey, I am forever indebted to you for introducing me to Pam and her blog! She’s awesome!

    Pam, I love that your husband refers to you as a porcupine. My own husband has told me on occasion that I’m as cuddly as a cobra. Those hackles, they do rise…all too often in my case. I think I need a heavy dose of Meanwhile.

    I also love that you can make a reference to Ina Garten and say “motherfucker” in the same post. You are my kind of chick.

    As for the iPod incident (all to familiar to lots of us I bet). Members of my family refer to things like that as AFGO. Another Fucking Growth Opportunity.

  7. Posted June 21, 2011 at 10:55 am | Permalink

    WOW! Just simply – WOW! Pamela – you never fail to blow me away with your writing and I can’t to read more from A Design So Vast!

    Sorry to hear about your iPod 🙁 I have a mountain of mantras I now use due to incidents such as these that often leave me wondering how I function throughout the day.

    Meanwhile… beautiful…

  8. Posted June 21, 2011 at 11:38 am | Permalink

    I keep rereading this, wondering what to say, which line to pick out to comment on with “I love…”. I can’t do it. There is so much beauty and truth and heartache and wisdom here. Pamela, I am more in awe of you, the way you see the world and your ability to share it meaningfully with every post you write. Lindsey – thanks for not letting her off the hook. BIG love and gratitude to you both.

  9. Posted June 21, 2011 at 12:33 pm | Permalink

    oh my god. lindsey, i didn’t think it was possible to love the writing of someone other than you in quite the same way, and then you introduce me to pam. damn you for making me add another feed to my reader. prostrations to you both.

  10. Posted June 21, 2011 at 12:35 pm | Permalink

    Hi. I’m new to your blog. My name is Jennifer. And I have to say, I love what you wrote here. I have an incredibly difficult time trusting. I like to think I’m open-hearted and that I put myself out there, but the more I examine my life the more I see traces of fear preventing me from taking any real chances. I’m young but I have still experienced some pretty fierce heartbreaks. And yes, I have moved on, but the scars are still there reminding me of how bad it hurt to be so absolutely betrayed. But I like how you summed it up: it is not so much how to trust but how to navigate a life. And I am still working on that bit. Figuring out how to navigate my life. You have given me a lot to think about here, thank you.

  11. Ana
    Posted June 21, 2011 at 1:04 pm | Permalink

    Lovely post! The ambivalence in this resonates with what I’ve been feeling so perfectly. I, too, am convinced that the bad things happen when I let my guard down; that my worrying is a talisman against “Something happening”. Trust is a very tough issue for me.

    Will be going to check out more of Pam’s writing for sure.

  12. Posted June 21, 2011 at 1:40 pm | Permalink

    Holy woman, I’ll say it again as I have already so many times: You can write. But not only can you write, you inspire and invoke such important questions and thoughts and you make it all real. I’ve never considered the living to be the meanwhile, but in fact it is the very way I live my life. Thank you for providing me this perspective, somehow things seem fresh because of it.

  13. Posted June 21, 2011 at 2:03 pm | Permalink

    Thank you Lindsey, for hosting me today! I adore your blog, your writing, and your friendship! It is such a thrill to be here.

  14. Posted June 21, 2011 at 3:32 pm | Permalink

    I’m a first time reader, and wow, what an introductory post! So beautiful; thank you for sharing.

  15. Posted June 21, 2011 at 4:37 pm | Permalink

    My words are on vacation, apparently, because I can’t even describe how much of this post spoke to me. So I’ll give you a quick list:

    – practically spit out my wine when you wrote that you thought, “You fucking motherfuckers” because that’s exactly what I would’ve thought. And said. Loudly. I love it. And love your honesty.

    – I’m going to have to pull out my Mary Oliver and read this poem. I adore how you’ve personified Meanwhile and you’ve given me much to think about on my long, (llllloooooonnnnnnggggg) journey this Friday.

    Lindsey introduces me to many, many fantabulous writers–I am so beyond grateful that you are one them. xo

  16. Posted June 21, 2011 at 6:01 pm | Permalink

    I remember my first conscious awareness of Meanwhile. My life had been, up to that point, full of times where Something Happened. I had little trust in life. I had lost my faith (and still haven’t found it again). My first Meanwhile was when my mother died. I couldn’t believe that life was continuing to move on – that my life had been turned on it’s head and I was still expected to get up, feed the kids, go to work and (gasp) participate.

    Learning to deal with the Meanwhile has been life lesson and I know that when things get so tough, all I have to do is put one foot in front of the other. Eventually I will walk across that floor.

    Great post Pam. You had me weeping. But I’m emotional like that.

  17. Posted June 21, 2011 at 7:09 pm | Permalink

    Hey Guys, Lovely to see two of my favorite bloggers sharing a single space, connecting, rippling out the sort of trust we might craft into some crazy quilt of all our tattered and torn security blankets, cannon ball blasted battle flags, tears on pillow head cases and the like…

    If we don’t come to the party with basic trust, at least we can heal though consciousness and earn some hard-won semblance of security… or at least the courage to love no matter what.

  18. Connie
    Posted June 21, 2011 at 8:01 pm | Permalink

    Wow. Wish I had read this first thing this morning… And I will have to re-read this again in the morning when I can truly soak up all it has to offer. This was a pretty incredible piece. Thank you…

  19. Posted June 21, 2011 at 9:51 pm | Permalink

    I’m teared up and made quiet in the very best way. Could not love this more. xo

  20. Posted July 4, 2011 at 9:44 pm | Permalink

    What a wonderful post. I wasn’t sure where this post was going at first. Trust is such a h-u-g-e topic, right? But, I’m floored and that much more addicted to your blog. Thank you.

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