Showing posts with label Michael Hazelroth. Show all posts
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Pema Chödrön's book "When Things Fall Apart" changed how I see and live life


The inscription, When Things Fall ApartPema Chödrön.

I recently discovered that Pema Chödrön's book When Things Fall Apart is available in a 20th edition. 

That caught my attention.

A friend gave it to me the week my son passed unexpectedly. She said, “This book might help you.”  

On the day we memorialized my son, I had a profound experience. That morning I read the part in the book where Pema says, “Life is a good teacher and good friend” (p. 11). When I read those words, I was so distraught, I raised my arm to throw the book.

But I didn’t.

I kept reading a few more sentences where Pema encourages us to stay with our broken heart.

After the ceremony, we gathered in my sister’s home for lunch. I remember sitting in a chair in the far corner of her home, upstairs, listening to family and friends talking downstairs. I felt sad, bitter, and angry, and my heart hardening.

Miraculously, I remembered Pema’s words to stay with my broken heart. I stayed with my hurt. I sat still and let myself feel. I sobbed and softened. Later I stood up and went downstairs where I noticed that every person at the lunch had heartbreak.
And later as I studied more, I saw that every being has heartbreak.

It was that connection on that day that opened the door of my heart and mind enough to be with my hurt, and to use what I experience to connect with all others. I began my Tonglen practice

August marks ten years since that day and I am awed at the possibility of understanding life as a good teacher and good friend. I would never have imagined that my loss could partner, unfold, clarify, and become a transformed karmic seed. I am utterly awed. 

So, when I opened the newly printed When Things Fall Apart and saw the inscription quote Pema chose, I smiled until a tear dropped. It begins, “Life is a good teacher and good friend....”

I purchased two copies. One to take into my heart, the other to send or give to another. Sort of like Tonglen.

NOTES
I first shared this story with Margie Rodgers who I met at Omega when I wandered into the cafe to explore the offerings of Pema's Foundation. Margie is vice-president of Pema's Foundation.

Today is July 7, 2016. Pema's 80th birthday is soon (July 14, 2016) and she asks us to join her in a day of practice. In a few hours, I'll participate in a live call with her and others to ask questions as part of an intensive study and contemplation of Tokme Zongpo’s Thirty-Seven Practices of a Bodhisattva. How fortunate I am.

Honest, open teens talk about negative experiences with drugs and alcohol


Michael Hazelroth, 1977 - 2006

A high school teacher invited me to have a conversation with her students about alcohol and drug addiction. Her invitation feels like a hug and a nudge from my son Michael who died of an accidental drug overdose. 

When I meet the students, they say they want to write zines about drug awareness for fellow students and families.

The teacher introduces me as a teacher and someone she trusts and knows.

I begin with a question: 

“Have you or do you know someone (family member or friend) who has had a negative experience with drugs or alcohol?”

We take about fifteen minutes to write our response. I write, also. 

After we finish writing, I read what I wrote. 

There's a pause, and then I ask if anyone else wants to share what they've written. 

I wait for that first brave student to share what they've written. A hand goes up.

Then another. Everyone shares.

The students said:

“When my dad was younger, he was a heavy, heavy drinker and smoked a lot and is now in phase 2 of kidney failure and on a kidney transplant list. The amount he drank and the time period he did made his kidneys shut down to a 20% working level.”

“My brother when he drank beer almost drowned in a lake because he was drunk. We took him to the hospital and had his stomach pumped.”

“My friend lost her son to an overdose.”

“When I was in 4th grade I was in a bad wreck. I was with my friend and her mother and we were leaving the lake to go home. I thought everything was fine but my friend knew something was up. Her mom was drunk. I didn’t notice until the mom started yelling but we were already going too fast and there wasn’t enough time to brake. What scared me was that I couldn’t tell the difference. Also, I was told that if my friend didn’t make me sit in the back seat with her that I could have died. I have a scar to remember not to ever drink.”

“Drugs and alcohol at our school are a very popular thing. I don’t do it because of how I was raised, but one kid got caught. He was pulled over and had beer and marijuana. Other older kids supposedly go somewhere and have massive parties with all of this happening. I watch TV and know the regrets, losses, and pains people are going through when someone important in your life is hurting.”

“My sister got hit by a drunk driver and it screwed up her back.”

A lot of kids in my school go to parties over the weekend with alcohol and use weed to smoke. I’ve never heard of really anything bad happening to them, besides getting high or drunk. I’ve actually been invited to one of these parties, but I refused to go because I was too scared that I would get caught by my parents. I have friends that smoke and drink, but I honestly don’t care anymore, because it doesn’t affect me.

“I heard about a guy who was engaged, in college, and living a very successful life. He started doing drugs because he thought it was cool. When people found out about it, his fiancé broke up with him, and his whole life went downhill.”

“Many of my friends from my camp in Arkansas have been through rough addictions to drugs and alcohol. The camp is a church camp and has strong uplifting counselors and work members. So it is an amazing place to recuperate and rehabilitate. Most have done minor drug and alcohol such as weed, cigarettes, beer, margaritas, and mixed drinks, but there are the few that have done cocaine, rum, and others. They all have been beat down inside.”

“My cousin almost died of a drug overdose.”

“I can honestly say no to my family or I doing any kind of drugs. I have seen the after effects of what drugs can do by looking at Lindsay Lohan.”

“My friend gave into peer pressure and did weed and now they think it’s okay to do it and it’s not.”

“My biological dad is an addict and my grandfather has drinking problems. Both of my parents were doing drugs when I was conceived, but only my dad when I was born.”

“I’ve heard, seen and read things about drug and/or alcohol that end up bad. I know a lot of kids partake in them in this school, even some of the kids in this room. I’ve read that the victims get overwhelmed, I guess I can say, and can’t stop. There could be peer pressure involved with the whole thing as well. I’ve read things that say once you’ve done it even just once, it is very hard to stop. With kids becoming smarter in today’s world, more and more teens and under-aged kids are not falling into this habit.”

“Me. I’ve tried it. At the time I didn’t think much of it. Now, I feel bad about it. Call it an experimental thing, but it’s not good to associate with marijuana users.”

“My cousin got caught with drugs and alcohol. Her parents sent her to a place in Oklahoma City to get her help. She is much better now. I know a lot of kids here at school do drugs, but I don’t really see a point in it, especially with how dangerous it is.”

“My best-friend’s brother was in a car accident and almost killed himself and his friend. This happened because they were both drunk and made a bad decision. My friend’s brother had to get rods put in his leg and his friend lost his kneecaps. They are both alive and doing well but they never drink that much anymore.”

“My uncle died of an overdose on speed. Once he realized it was bad and tried to stop, it was already too late.”

“A distant uncle of mine had an alcoholic problem since he was twelve years old. Our family is pretty clean about all that stuff, but he was the black sheep. He never got married, and I believe it was because of his addiction to alcohol. When he was just in this early 40s, about 25 years ago, he was drinking and driving. He got in a wreck and it severely injured the others involved, and killed him.”

“My mother had a boyfriend when she was young who died after he dropped her off late at night. He was drunk and my mom, who wasn’t drunk, told him she would drive him home but he refused to let her.”

“My dad’s side of the family drinks a lot. My uncle smoked and he died of a heart attack. My dad dips and I’m worried for his health.”

“My aunt is an alcoholic. She has 5 kids and drank a lot with two of them when she was pregnant.”

“I have heard on television that drugs are bad for you and that they can ruin your life. Also, I have uncles and cousins who use drugs and I see how horrible their lives are. That makes me realize that I don’t want to live like they do because I want to do something with my life. I think if I try it then I’m probably going to like it and keep doing drugs. So I really don’t want to take those chances."

“My biological mother is a drug addict. Because of that she is not allowed in my life. She has a crappy life of her own. My grandma had a prescription drug addiction that drove everyone away. My mom was in a coma because of a mix of Tylenol and drinking and I’ve had some bad experiences myself.”

“My friend is a regular drug abuser. A few weeks ago she was at a party and used drugs and alcohol. On her way home she was in a terrible accident that she should not have survived but did. I’m very thankful she did survive but things could have been a lot worse than they were. Her life could of ended just cause she wanted to have fun.”

“My best friend’s dad used to be addicted to both drugs and alcohol. It was mostly before I knew her but the thought has always scared me. She told me stories about how he used to be and it’s not pleasant. They worst episode she can remember was one summer night when they hadn’t heard from him in 2 weeks. He showed up to their (her and her mom’s) ‘hiding’ place and beat down the door. Although he could barely function, he mustered up the strength to stumble through the door. My friend was hiding but she remembers all the horrible things he said to her.”

“Once my friends invited me to a party. They said they were going to get wasted so I said no. I have more important things to do. Like school and my athletic career. The End.”

“My dad always tells me to avoid alcohol and drugs. They are bad things and they will get you nowhere in life. Bad things can happen when you let these things into your life. One time we had a speaker come talk to us about drugs. He told us that when you do drugs the consequences are out of your hands. That one decision can ruin your whole entire life.”

“My best friend was at a fight club and he got drunk and when he gets drunk he gets angry very easily, and some guy threatened him and they took it to the ring and my friend got stabbed in the stomach. He called me shortly after and he was totally calm, and I only knew he was drunk because he was slurring his words. He told me he had just taken an adrenalin shot and some type of weed to kill the pain while his friends stitched his abdomen up and took him to the hospital. He called me a week later and I started talking to him about that again and he said that, and I quote: “Jo, because of you, I am going to stop using drugs and alcohol because I couldn’t live without you and just the thought of never being able to see or talk to you again just kills me inside.”

“My cousin was a drug addict. She overdosed and died a little while back after going to rehab. The people most affected by it were her parents and my sister because they were really good friends when they were little.”

We end the hour by creating questions to dig deep into their curiosities related to addiction. 

Questions the students raise. They use these questions to write their zines:

What is going on in the life of an addict?

Do family members or friends of drug and alcohol users have regrets?

What are signs that someone is using drugs?

It’s hard to say no sometimes. [What are some ways to say "no" when there is pressure?]

Do you think that bonding as a family and becoming closer would have stopped the addictions?

Why don’t addicts ask for help?

What was your son’s reasoning for trying drugs?

What do you think you could have done better that might have saved Michael? Could he have been saved?

Why do you think your son or an addict feels that he cannot talk to parents?

What are the effects of drug abuse on other family members?

Can an alcoholic get better?

If your son had never started on marijuana, do you think he would have traveled this road?

Everything you said about co-dependency explains my mother. Could what has helped you possibly help my mom?

Why does someone keep doing something that is bad for him?

What is going on in the life of someone who is abusing drugs?

How do you overcome grief from loss like this?

Was your son influenced by friends who were drug users?

If you could, what would you like to tell your son before his death?

Do you think drinking grandparents enable kids?

What do you do when you catch kids using drugs?

Do you think a person abusing alcohol or drugs can stop by himself?

Can you make someone stop using drugs?

I have respect for this extraordinary teacher and her skills in creating a safe atmosphere for difficult conversations about challenging topics.

And what terrific timing for this discussion. Prom and graduation happen soon, and these fun events can be some of the most dangerous times in a teen's life.

It's Michael's birthday: I'm celebrating him and grateful for the many ways I've learned to grieve

The Star Thief by Andrea DiNoto (author) and Arnold Lobel (illustrator)

I go to bed at 9:00 pm. That’s usual.

I wake several times, restless during the night. That’s unusual.

The first time, it’s just after midnight.  A full moon lights the darkness, and I get out of bed and quietly slip out onto the porch. Thin cloud wisps play hide and seek, with the moon transforming its white light into pink and yellow emanators. I smile and think of my son Michael who continued on. I can feel his presence.

I wake again at 2:15, 3:33 and at about 4:30 am, I get out of bed. I have a thought that Michael’s trying to get me up! I’m a solid sleeper and wonder what’s up. And then I remember. Oh! On a walk two days ago, I asked, “Hey Michael, will you let me know you’re around?”

I’ve been missing his physical presence and processed a little more grief this past week. It’s my first time in 18 years living where I raised my kids, which means that emotional hooks are here to be acknowledged. And today is Michael’s birthday.
I’m celebrating by talking about him (here) and with friends and family recalling his lively, outrageous at times, bright-light personality. Oh my gosh, the stories!

Michael’s unexpected passing has helped me, unlike anything else in my life, to live with presence, lightness, and fullness. I am grateful to maintain and grow a relationship with him, even now. I believe I am at a peaceful place because I’ve mourned and continue to honor my grief whenever it arises. I've learned how to do that from others who know about loss. Like Tom Zuba.


Talk about it.  Over and over and over.
Paint it.  Draw it.  Form it in clay.  Art is a wonderful, healing way to express what you might not be able to express through words.
Dance it.  Move it.  Release grief by shaking your body.
Beat it out on a drum.
Write it out.  In a journal.  In a poem.  In your blog.  In a letter to yourself.  In a letter to your beloved, the one who has died.
Sing it out.  Compose your own song.
Play it out.  On an instrument.  Guitar.  Flute.  Violin.
Exercise it out.  Cross fit.  Zumba.  At your gym.  On a stationary bike.  A Stairmaster. In a pool.
Run it out; jog it out; walk it out.
Yoga it out.
Meditate it out.
Scream, shout, wail it out.

I’ve done a lot of these things, and they have helped so much.

Just after Michael passed, I started running. It took a while to work up to daily three-mile runs and an occasional five miles, but I did it and continued every day for almost four years. Like Forrest Gump, I ran until I didn't run anymore.

Well, just before I wrote this, I ran a mile in the rain in honor of Michael’s birthday. And tomorrow, I’ll do it again.


A light of freedom: the sea will laugh with me.


A gift. A sheep with a tether on a surfboard.* Charlotte Schulz, artist. 

My son died unexpectedly (August 2006) and I continue to work with my feelings and grief around the loss.

After his funeral, friends and family gathered at my sister's home for lunch. I have a significant memory from that lunch. 

In deep grief and pain, I head upstairs. I sit alone in a chair at the far end of the house. I remember thinking that I have options. (Thank you Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart.Either I'll isolate and allow this event to consume and harden me. Or I'll let the loss of my son soften and open my heart to feel and connect with others. 

I stood up and went downstairs. 

Over the years, I uncovered other pain: blame.

At first, I wanted to blame anything and anyone for Michael's passing. But now I know that blame is trying to put my pain on something or someone. Blaming is a way to not feel.

So, I began to allow feelings. That means that when they arise, I feel. I sit with and allow them without saying or doing anything. I don't distract myself from feelings. Or numb them. (This is challenging.)

I'm learning that dealing with pain and feeling is not something on a list I get to check off. It’s lifelong. What’s important is that I’m willing to continue softening towards whatever shows up. 

The best way to describe where I am now is that I found an ocean of love and comfort behind all my pain. It is nothing less than freedom. Liberating, spacious freedom.

So I’m celebrating.

I’m going to the beach. And I have a purpose.

This purpose arose a few weeks ago. I had an awakening phone conversation with a friend, someone I feel connected to, though we’ve never met face-to-face. What transpired in our conversation would not make sense unless I could do a little mental transfer from my head to yours. To sum it up: I felt clouded, uncertain, and somewhat stuck in my work and life. After our conversation, I meditated and did Tonglen for myself and all other parents working with the loss of a child.

I knew it was time to let go a little more.

I’ve written about how I let go of Michael’s things and why, but I still have a handful of his ashes. It’s time to put them in the sea.

In a few weeks (November 2013), I’ll don a wetsuit and get on a surfboard to swim out as far as I can.



A surfer at sundown. Sarah Lee, photographer. Her blog and more amazing underwater photos.

As I paddle out and try to stay balanced while carrying him in a baggie around my neck (please let that paddle-skill come back to me), I will imagine the sea laughing with me.

And I’ll hear Michael’s over-the-rainbow spirit singing. 

NOTES*

About Charlotte's drawing - At first, I interpreted the sheep as Michael. Now I see myself as the sheep. I recently noticed the tether around the sheep's neck and realize that untethering happens when I sit with the pain of this experience. Being with my hurt is like the transformation of a personal karmic seed. The light in the image represents facing my difficulty. I believe it takes strength to look, yet looking is a key in my pocket that unlocks and frees me.

Gummy lumps, a spitball necklace, and chasing children


Jüri Mildeberg is a famous Estonian painter, graphic artist, and illustrator. 

I cannot imagine a nicer start to my day. 

On my morning walk, I stop by Starr’s House. I walk up the driveway and hear laughter and activity. The children are outside playing in the yard. It’s fall. The light is warm and whispy clouds dart across the sky. Leaves dance in a breeze that will usher in cooler temperatures tomorrow.

I open the gate and the minute we make eye contact, the children call, “Chase me Susan!” So I do. Turn by turn I chase each child. Then Elijah shouts, “I’m chasing you,” and again I run.

I usually visit on Thursdays and today is Friday. I’m here to drop off their interview project. The interview is a series of several questions. Here’s one:

“What is one of the best things about you?” 

They said:

“That my Daddy loves me and I play a lot.”


“I help make pumpkin muffins.”

“My cheeks are soft. I’m soft.”

“My Grandma loves me.”

“Well, I can color, I can dress up, and I can catch butterflies without hurting them.”

“I’m a fast runner and I can climb trees.”

I take away from the interview experience how much children live in the moment and find joy in the gifts found in any day. The responses provide an opportunity to spend time looking at life from their view. Asking a question, then quieting myself to pay attention. Listening takes effort. When I do, it is a valuable gift to the children and me.

The children will give their parents the interview and a bracelet of beads they strung. I call the gift a gummy lump. 

Gummy lumps are any gifts made and given by a child to a loved one. 

This morning I pulled out a gummy lump made by my son. It's a spitball necklace. I am not making that up. I'm wearing it in memory of his birthday which is today. (He passed on.) I remember when he was the age of the kids I ran with this morning and the terrific, funny and fun things he said and did, much like what I experience at Starr’s House each week.







The spitball necklace! 

He made it when he was a student at Center Montessori School in Bradenton, Florida. His teacher, Missy Eckenrod, took a not-so-positive activity and turned it into this treasured object. That was 32 years ago. 

(This post was published November 9, 2012.)