I have had an epiphany, a prickly bushwhack through my briar patch brain.
I attend a meditation class at work, not an easy endeavor for a person who tries to listen to song lyrics in the car, only to hit replay three minutes later because I saw a shiny object.
After each meditation session, the class leader asked what emotions came up.
Heavy and sleepy, an ache deep down, and a gritty burn behind the eyes. I had no idea where it came from.
The instructor suggested I “have a conversation” with the feelings, a meditation technique he taught us. I never thought I would write the previous sentence, let alone practice it. I always talk to myself, but calling it a conversation is a stretch. Conversation sounded a little New Age for me, but I figured it might help me on my “journey.” I found a place alone, sheepishly made sure no one was watching and began talking with me. I found myself to be quite insightful.
I grieve a close friend who died two years ago; I am selfishly sad about the independence of my children who no longer need Dad as much; I mourn the casualties of age. However, sitting right next to me, meditating, was my immediate source of grief. My friend Allie was moving on to another job after nine years at Catholic Charities.
Obviously in more than fifty years of life I have seen countless co-workers come and go. I think we all have those special few to whom saying goodbye is painful. In my past, they were Tim and Peter, Barbara and Bruce, Cindy and Sandy, Mark and Maurice, Natalie and Neil.
Allie is strong, courageous and graceful. The beauty, though, is that she is strong because she is vulnerable, courageous because she is scared and graceful because she is a goofball. Allie is beloved for her generosity and kindness. She spares the red pen for checking off her own imagined flaws. I wish she would stop that.
There are stories (told by Allie with a mischievous grin) about “Allie Mac Attack,” an aggressive athlete and somewhat dark personality, bent on destroying opponents. That this gentle, self-effacing mother has a demon inside is hard to imagine. However, sometimes when she is laughing, I swear I see a teetering glint of madness in her eyes.
I could gush about my matriculated co-worker and friend for thousands of words.
It is this eagerness to gush that gives me clarity. All the mixed emotions reminded me that there is no grief without gratitude, nor gratitude without grief.
Khalil Gibran wrote, “…joy and sorrow are inseparable…together they come and when one sits alone with you…remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.”
I will miss the comfort of visiting with Allie in the middle of the day, conversations deep, humorous and occasionally inappropriate by HR standards. I will miss her resilient warmth and obliviousness to pop culture. I asked her if she knew who Mick Jagger is. She cautiously replied, “Isn’t he a singer?”
I must remember to be grateful that I have all of this to miss. If there were no reason to be grateful there would be no reason to mourn.
There are things I do not like about my job. Inefficiency and poor communications, the occasional tensions with bosses and co-worker, paperwork, a thousand details that tax my ADD-addled brain. It’s been said that one negative experience overshadows 10 positive ones. Anecdotally, I know this to be true.
Allie helped build something. She opened hearts. Allie was central to an environment where, if I am vigilant, I can find joy. Her influence stays with me. I am in awe of the team of case managers I serve. They do extraordinary work with the most vulnerable people in the community. My friends, who I just happen to work with, are gentle and firm, compassionate and fierce, authentic and unselfish.
When the 12-steps are read at recovery meetings, I have always sighed at the 11th, which begins, “Sought through prayer and meditation…” I chuckled at the unlikeness of that happening. In fact, when I first started going to meetings, I repeatedly made the same Freudian slip when it was my turn to read the steps aloud. I kept saying, to stifled giggles, “Sought through prayer and medication…” which was especially funny since that was the reason I was at the meetings in the first place. I am reconsidering this mediation thing. I am a long way from doing it well, but I am not so bad at it.
Allie is gone. I am still texting her like a dumped boyfriend. Mostly, I want to say thank you.