Who I am.

I write about the landscape of grief, nature, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, my essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 50 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. I’ve won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and my work has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. My account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with my wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. http://www.markliebenow.com.

Showing posts with label Rituals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rituals. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Grief is a Ritual

Riffs on a hidden subject

In the Cathedral of the Constellations, candles burn on the altars. The ritualized patterns of hands moving in the air. Kneelers worn by decades of devotion. The stone labyrinth on the floor. Prayers echo in the wooden rafters, there among the primary elements of the universe—faith hope, doubt, community, kindness, despair, and love.

Those who grieve don’t need words of sympathy. They need our hugs and presence.

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

At the Hour of Our Death




In the hour before someone dies, the image that may come to mind is of someone fading peacefully away with a smile on their face, candles creating a warm ambiance, and people gathered around the bed in different positions of repose offering gentle assurances. 


 (On her blog, Elaine Mansfield talked about facing this moment of her husband’s death with him. It is well worth the read. link -  https://elainemansfield.com/2019/facing-deepest-fear/ )


Ideally, in the hours before this last one, we have talked with the person who is dying about important matters, our fears and hopes about the afterlife, and said everything we wanted to share with each other while we still could, our thank yous, wishes, and goodbyes. Unfortunately, for various reasons, many of us don’t want to acknowledge that death is a possibility, and we leave much of our hearts unsaid.

 

We gather by the bedside because we want to be there in case the person wants to say something, and to be there when they take their last breath, feeling that no one should die alone. We don’t want them to be in pain, confused, or feel lost, and yet we feel helpless to do anything.

 

During this time, Christians and Muslims often read scripture, recite creeds, or pray the Rosary, to bring comfort and assurance of Heaven. In Tibetan Buddhism, sacred scriptures are read to remind the dying to go towards the light when it appears in the Bardo, the transition place between this world and the next. They have three chances to see the light and go, or remain here as ghosts.

 

Some people put on soft music to calm the tension in the room. There are Threshold choirs that will sing continuously to the dying person until they pass. I suspect they sing the old, familiar hymns, or songs from Sweet Honey in the Rock. I doubt that they sing classic rock or jazz, but whatever music the dying person loved is appropriate because you want them to be in the right frame of mind for the transition into their Great Awakening.

 

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In the moment after someone’s death, there are options. You may be able to sit with your loved one’s body for an hour before it is taken away, but you will have to ask if this is possible. This could be important because some cultures and religions, like the Lakota Sioux and the Russian Orthodox, believe that the spirit lingers for a time before it takes leave of its body.

 

You may want to wash the body of your loved one and prepare them for burial. A friend did this for her mother with help from the nurses. In the ancient Celtic tradition, elderly women of the neighborhood would come in, wash the body, and lay it out in a room where mourners would offer a prayer and say a few words of condolence to the family. In another room there would be a wake where the deceased’s life was remembered through stories. At the funeral home, you may be able to light candles and sit with the body in vigil overnight or for 24 hours.

 

Sometimes we do not have time to say goodbye if they died in a car accident or had a heart attack. Sometimes, after a long struggle with an illness, signs of hope will begin to appear, before death slips back in and takes our loved one away. No one know when they will die. Say everything you want people to know today.

 

At the hour of our death, may the angels and archangels, and all the benevolent beings, draw near to receive our spirit, and comfort those who remain. May we open our arms to those who have lost someone, and comfort them in their grief.


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After the burial and have done all we can for the dead, the focus shifts to doing what we can for the living, for those who are mourning. Their journey of sorrow is just beginning and they will need our help in the coming weeks and months.

In Judaism, there are community observances to help mourners in the first three days, the first week, and the first month. In Islam, followers bring food, read verses from the Qur’an, and stay overnight so that the surviving spouse is not alone. In the Japanese culture, a small altar is set up in the house where the family can go, talk with the deceased, and keep the lines of communication open. The Amish visit the homes of those who died every Sunday for a year.


If your community doesn’t have a ritual that is meaningful for you, create your own. Find a way to remember and honor your loved one’s place in your life. Set up a small display or altar with items symbolic of your loved one, with their photo and ashes, as a way of remembering them. The relationship doesn’t end with death; it changes perspective. 

Having a ritual gives us a way to honor our loved one and keep them present in our life.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Rituals of Community and Grief





People walk around a center altar, and kneel in the darkness of a sanctuary as a candle is processed in by a dancer to the middle where a circle of candles is lit. A bell rings, and we open ourselves to the mystery of this moment, not knowing what we will discover, or what will be uncovered, tonight. A cello plays a meditative melody. A cup is shared. Bread is broken and passed among the people. The bell rings again.

We long to be embraced by mystery, not have it explained it away.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

The Hollow Days

            I wasn’t finding much that was helpful for dealing with grief in my Christian community. Maybe this was because Ev died unexpectedly, or because her dying in her 40s left us in shock and made each of us feel vulnerable, as if any of us could die at any time. So I went looking at other religions to see what they did. The grief traditions in Judaism helped me the most, and this is what I understand about them.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Sacred Space of Grief

Grief initiates us into sacred space. Elaine Mansfield started me thinking about this, and Christina Rasmussen, in one of her posts, wrote that “grief is God,” and described how this was so. The following are my thoughts so far. I’d love to hear your insights.

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When grief comes, it taps us on the shoulder and initiates us into a club that we never wanted to join.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Rituals


In the land of grief,
we are drawn to create rituals
to express our unsettled hearts
and honor the holy people
in our lives.


Mark Liebenow





My essay, "Dating After Death: When Is It Time?" was published by The Good Men Project: