Tag: healing

  • list: elisabeth kübler-ross' 5 stages of grief

    sometimes it helps to remember that:
    other’s have gone through roughly the same thing as you,
    some have studied the process of “getting over it”, and
    this too shall pass.

    sometimes change can be a very painful experience – especially when prompted by some form of grief or trauma. (and i’m using these words in their broadest sense.) i’ve often found a kind of peace – solace even – in the Kübler-Ross model, as introduced by Elizabeth Kübler-Ross in her 1969 book “On Death and Dying“. although the model was originally developed for people with terminal illnesses – it manages to translate into everyday life quite well.

    i found myself thinking about this model often over the last week or so. in sharing it with you, i hope that somewhere, someone else might find it a little easier “to deal”.

    keep in mind that the stages are not linear: they don’t necessarily follow a set pattern. some stages might even repeat themselves at random. what is important, is to know that they exist and that we have to go through at least some of them to reach the stage of acceptance.

    1. Denial — “I feel fine.”“This can’t be happening, not to me.”
      Denial is usually only a temporary defense for the individual.
    2. Anger — “Why me? It’s not fair!”“How can this happen to me?”“Who is to blame?”
      Once in the second stage, the individual recognizes that denial cannot continue. Because of anger, the person is very difficult to care for due to misplaced feelings of rage and envy.
    3. Bargaining — “Just let me live to see my children graduate.”“I’ll do anything for a few more years.”“I will give my life savings if…”
      The third stage involves the hope that the individual can somehow postpone or delay [change]. Usually, the negotiation for an extended life is made with a higher power in exchange for a reformed lifestyle.
    4. Depression — “I’m so sad, why bother with anything?”“I’m going to die . . . What’s the point?”“I miss my loved one, why go on?”
      During the fourth stage, the person begins to understand the certainty of [change]. Because of this, the individual may become silent, refuse visitors and spend much of the time crying and grieving. This process allows the person to disconnect from things of love and affection. It is not recommended to attempt to cheer up an individual who is in this stage. It is an important time for grieving that must be processed.
    5. Acceptance — “It’s going to be okay.”“I can’t fight it, I may as well prepare for it.”
      This final stage comes with peace and understanding of the [change] that is approaching. Generally, the person in the fifth stage will want to be left alone.
    i went through quite a few cycles of bargaining and depression this time around – thankfully “anger” only reared it’s menacing head twice. (nobody was physically hurt in either instance.)
    acceptance, for me, was both a process and a choice this time.
    a choice, much like finding joy, that i have to stick to.

    but now, i’m afraid i have to get ready for work.
    hope you are all well!
    may your day be bright, comfy and pleasantly familiar ;0)

  • memo to self: be kind

    be kinder than necessary – everyone you meet is fighting
    some kind of battle.

    live simply,
    love generously,
    care deeply,
    speak kindly…

    and leave the rest to God.

  • still here

    although i am by far not ready to talk about it, i realize that total radio silence from me would be irresponsible.

    thought for the day: Be merciful to those who fail you.

  • find a way

    i am in a very dark and hurting place right now. still, i have to believe that there is a way through it. the following words might serve you as well:

    Most of the time our happiness is reactive behavior. We let things or people be the cause of our happiness. True happiness has no reason. It’s a choice.

    Today, find one reason for joy. And focus on that for the day.

  • a post! a post… nah, more music

    i was honestly going to post something deep and meaningful tonight. and to get me in the mood – i read some of your awesome mails, tweets and blogs for fodder and inspiration.

    some of you struck quite a few chords tonight… a closeted man’s dream of love, a potent farewell, and a billet doux from long, long ago.

    i’m choked up, to be honest.
    so here’s a clip of the song that’s echoing inside.

    love one another. fiercely, openly and enthusiastically.

  • spring at the start of fall


    it is september now and back home people are celebrating the return of spring. days are getting longer, nights are getting warmer and all around nature is getting ready to burst with joy. it is a time of renewal, hope and celebration. it is a time to celebrate life – and to fall in love.

    i am lucky. for although i’m oceans away from home – i am with the one i love.
    in Taiwan it is ghost month: a time when the gates of the underworld are believed to open and the dead are allowed to roam the land of the living. spirits without descendants to care for them are prayed to during this time, so that they may also enjoy the warmth of life among the living. those lucky enough to have descendants get to feast on tables laden with food and drink that are offered to them. for others, this is a month of remembering the departed and cherishing those who are still around.

    again, i am lucky. for in remembering my departed friends and family – i am reminded to love fully without restraint. i am reminded that life is unpredictable and short – and that love should be cherished and enjoyed openly and fearlessly.

    fearlessly… that is my achilles’ heel. my terrible burden. for you see – i am still plagued by fear… the fear of my inadequacy.

    this might be a revelation to some, for many believe me to be fearless. in fact, i often make a point of facing my fears head on, to overcome them and to help others do the same. i have often said that this does not make me immune to fear – but that i’m fighting a winning battle. and for the most of it – i am.

    for the most of part.

    tonight, while standing in the rain waiting for the garbage truck, i felt very much like a spirit with no descendants. the switch from the fullness of SA life (with my friends and family) to the total isolation of city life in Taiwan (Peter works – i’m still looking for a job), was suddenly too much for me.

    i’m not going to go into the negative flip-flops my mind was doing – suffice to say i was feeling pretty forlorn…

    then the garbage truck arrived – and a complete stranger huddled me under his umbrella. he walked with me from the garbage truck to the recycling truck and back to our building – even though he only had a small bag to deposit at the first truck. i thanked him profusely as he smiled and disappeared into the crowd.

    the rain eased up and i decided to go for my walk around the museum’s park again. a cool breeze was blowing and i was beginning to feel a lot better. before long, i realized that i was praying as i walked – and for about half in hour i had an intimate discussion with my Lord, who was walking right next to me! i was in Jesus’s company and it felt completely natural, safe and friendly. it was a miracle, just like the stranger with his umbrella. i’ve often felt close to Christ – but tonight was the first time i literally felt him walking right next to me! walking next to me, telling me not to be afraid. telling me that, even though i might not believe it, i truly am a perfect creation and more than adequate for the journey i’m taking. telling me to believe in Love and reminding me that i am never alone.

    none of us are ever alone.

    what started as a dark night of the soul – turned into the promise of a new dawn.
    spring is coming – even here, on the brink of fall.

    wherever you are tonight, and whatever you are going through – may you also experience the promise of a new dawn.
    wether you believe as i do or not – this spring is eternal (and Love believes in you).

    now go hug someone.

  • my reality

    following last night’s post, you may very well ask what my reality looks like.

    despite what it might sound like, i do not live in my own little world – far removed from your own. having renounced the fear-driven version of reality doesn’t exempt me from having to face fear either. on the contrary! in order to renounce fear, i have to face it – and face it every day until i conquer it. but conquer it, i will :0)
    i can describe my whole reality in one point – but will try to clarify and elaborate through extrapolation. here goes:
    1) Love really is the answer.
    2) being true to yourself doesn’t cost anything of true value
    3) Truth does not exclude truth
    4) work does not feel like work when it is your calling
    5) do what brings you joy, enjoy what you do
    6) find a common ground
    7) look for the good in everything and everyone
    8) respect and reward your body – don’t try to reconfigure or hide it’s personality
    9) accept that you are already beautiful… you’ve always been beautiful
    10) smile when you feel like it, cry when you feel like it – you get the picture
    11) engage with those around you
    12) sleep 6 to 8 hours at night and nap at noon
    13) be courteous, be kind, be gentle
    14) be thankful
    15) patience is not only a virtue – it’s a way of giving yourself time to “get it”
    16) dream
    17) live your dream
    18) live your Truth
    19) have Faith
    20) do it now.
  • IDAHO 2009: One Voice, One Message, Heard Around the World.

    http://youtube.com/v/m2Rp8ep_ezE

    oh WOW!!! this came out sooooo cool! remember the IDAHO Challenge? well here’s the final video :0) 

    (I’m at 0:50 – and so happy to see the many SA submissions!)

    PS. although my vid was shot in Taiwan, I’m glad they didn’t add the Taiwanese flag. i fear that being a “foreigner” as the only voice from Taiwan could strengthen the island’s homophobic notions that being gay is not Taiwanese.

  • a walk in the park

    there is nothing quite like a beautiful day in the park. having lived in a conservancy in SA (i.o.w. being surrounded by nature), i pretty much took parks for granted. here in Taiwan, though, parks are embraced for the jewels they are. everybody comes out to play with the kids and each other, fly their (many, gorgeous) kites, walk the dogs and just have a gorgeous time in nature. it really is a magical experience – one that i should indulge in more often.
    i am fortunate enough to live right next to an amazing park – the one surrounding the Kaohsiung Museum of Modern Art :0) and today i too strolled through it’s loveliness on my way to take in the Andy Warhol “Pope of Pop” exhibition.
    it was fantastic! i thank my patient parents’ indulgence of my forays into art studies at Pretoria University (where i perfected vacillating into an expensive 3-year play-date) for the background necessary to enjoy the comedy of Warhol’s genius. seeing his works up close was brilliant! i think some of my fellow exhibition-goers might’ve been concerned about my sanity, though. not only do i look funny (super big & tall, fair fur covering my exposed flesh) – but i also frequently chuckled and giggled for no apparent reason. (is the Campbell’s Soup box with Warhol’s signature on funny? crazy foreigner…)
    after wandering through the other exhibits, i decided to take a different route home. the main route *lol*
    and boy was it fun! all the vendors and local artists peddling their wares, wonderful and weird locals cycling, skating, strolling around and taking many, many photographs. i regretted not taking my camera earlier (i was going into the museum, after all). Kaohsiung City government really did an excellent job with the grounds – and the little café-setup within strolling distance from everything has turned into an oasis of flavors and vibes.
    i did snap this with my phone. it’s in Engrish, but in that moment it didn’t matter:
    i wish Peter could’ve joined me – but i’m sure Tokyo is a blast!
  • holding hands


    there’s a man who holds my hand, when we’re at the movies. when he rests his head on my shoulder – i feel stronger than any celluloid hero has ever been.

    even in my weakest moments, when the shadows of my mind threaten to swallow me whole – his touch brings me back and all anxiety disappears.

    could it be that i have found True Love’s fabled Kiss?

    i think so :0)