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Being Here

12/16/2012

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Of the hundreds of pages written, thousands of pages read, thousands of minutes spent listening and studying, and tens of thousands of dollars my parents and I are still spending, I’m pretty sure I can distill the most valuable thing I learned in my undergraduate career to three words: Be here now.

At the time, as a haughty, first-semester freshman, I remember rolling my eyes.  I was forced to sit through a freshman seminar of sorts with the “honors” kids. We were not the cool kids, and I liked to consider myself other than “them.”  I probably was, as most of them were far more intelligent than I was. I had a lot to learn, I just didn't know it yet.

Back then, the phrase would help me remember to slow down and really live my last and fleeting carefree years. College was more fun than I had imagined: It contained the start of most of my closest friendships, my first love (and subsequent heartbreak), a widening of my world, and a shrinking of my importance in it. I started a long process of learning to listen, to work hard, to try.

I remarked to Daniel recently that this advice is among the only piece I can think of that has always applied, no matter where I find myself.  But not always for the same reason.

When I found myself unexpectedly alone, post-college, overdrawn and unsure of what was next, I cried in my bathtub as those words came whispering back.  Be here now.  Be present in the stillness, the emptiness, the pain.  Listen. Seek. Let the disappointment in, learn from it.

As I’ve grown older, and my life more crowded, this phrase reminds me to use my precious time wisely. That being productive doesn't always look the way it used to. That sometimes reading a stack of library books on the couch is more important than keeping up with the laundry, that going out for milkshakes in our pajamas is more valuable than honoring bed time, that being here through the often monotonous every day of my children’s waning childhoods is more pressing than the career I had and wanted but have chosen to put aside for now.

It reminds me of the importance of taking lengthy phone calls from lifelong friends, of sitting down, slowing down, and looking people in the eye.  It constantly reminds me to put my phone down, to be present for the person in front of me, making sure she knows she is more important than all the other things I could be focused on. It reminds me that I don’t have to fill all of our days, don’t have to always say yes and probably shouldn’t, and that I don’t have to feel bad about any of it.  

Committing to being here means accepting that things will change, but choosing not to be preoccupied with coming change.

Lately, being here now has been solemn. It has meant not focusing on what might be one day, when things are brighter. It has meant settling into the dim light, the silence, the sadness, the loss. Not offering possible redemption stories ahead of their time. It has meant fear, mourning, open weeping, and quiet rebuttals to a chorus of “of course it’s going to be okay.”

Sometimes it means carrying the heavy burden of the sorrow of those suffering around us because we don’t know what else to do.  It means letting all of it take as long as it takes, and feeling every emotion along the way.

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Necessarily, mercilessly, life still goes on around us. In our families, in our homes. Being here now doesn’t mean getting stuck, I don’t think. For me, it meant pretending to care about putting up our Christmas tree, too early, because it made my husband happy. It meant, as Jen Hatmaker so eloquently put it, “mothering with my hands” when my heart wasn’t in it. It means showing up for our loved ones to the best of our ability, even if it's not as good as normal, even as we allow our souls to ache, to heal. It means recognizing the light wherever we can find it. And in time, it will mean allowing our hearts to feel happiness.

Being fully present, "being still and knowing"—all the time—may be the lesson of my life.  The hardest one, the one I never really master.  I think of it every day.  I never would have believed something so simple would take so much consistent effort.  But I don’t think there’s another way. 

We can’t wish away the pain, the horror, the uncertainty, the doubt or the fear without missing out on the joy. And there’s too much of the former for us to miss even one second of the joy.

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Kevin link
12/17/2012 10:47:42 am

"It reminds me that I don’t have to fill all of our days, don’t have to always say yes and probably shouldn’t, and that I don’t have to feel bad about any of it."

True dat!

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Daniel Thomas link
12/19/2012 08:02:41 am

wow. this is beautifully and elegantly written. Truth is so many layers. May I require this post as reading for my high school students? Taking these words to heart would be a far greater education than anything I could offer them.

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Christina link
12/19/2012 10:26:48 am

Thank you, Daniel. I'd be honored. I hope you, Sarah and the kids are well!

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valerie jones
12/27/2012 12:31:18 pm

Dear Christina,
I have wanted to write to you ever since I read an entry on your blog a few months ago that your dad posted to Facebook. This particular entry made me pause in the hectic pace of post holiday tasks to take the time to write NOW! I was thinking of you just the other day when I came across a photo of you standing in front of our Christmas tree thirty years ago. It is so hard to believe that you are now a mother yourself of two beautiful girls. Time really does go by and the words that you wrote in this entry really do resonate with me. The phrase "Be Here Now" is a powerful reminder that now is what we have, what we can be sure of, what we can make the most of. We know not what tomorrow, next week, or even the next hour will bring. Being fully present to the moment is such a gift that we often deny ourselves as well as those we love. It is something that does take mindful practice but gives a richness to our lives that is missed when we get caught up in the day to day tasks on our perceived "to do" lists. I admire your self awareness, the insight that you share in your writing, and your honesty. I know one thing reading this has spurred me to do is to reach out and connect again with your mom. I have missed her.....we shared so much as college roomies and friends. Be here now.....I am going to write to her next. Keep up with the wonderful blog entries!
With fondness,
Valerie

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Christina link
1/11/2013 03:33:59 pm

Thank you, Valerie, for writing and for your kind words!

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