I had the postcard inviting me to attend in my purse, just in case I would decide to check it out. But first, brunch with a friend, herself in the throes of cancer. As we chatted, I heard myself sigh a sigh of relief when she told me that she was getting the counseling support I'd been encouraging for months. I heard myself say, "in such extraordinary times, even the strongest, most capable of us need extraordinary help." And in that moment, I decided.
Now, I need to admit that I still questioned myself the entire way there, almost backing out when I saw the door to the meeting room had been closed. And I can't share what happened there, other than to say that the topic was emotions, the support was great, the group leader skillful as well as compassionate, and I will be returning next month. Most important for me, however, was coming home to reflect on how I think about asking for help and the possible consequences for both John and me.
To help me clarify my thoughts last night, I turned to David Whyte's Consolations, the extraordinary volume of his reflections on the underlying meaning of everyday words, and there was the essay, 'Help', underlined and tagged.
- "Help is, strangely, something we want to do without, as if the very idea disturbs and blurs the boundaries of our individual endeavors, as if we cannot face how much we need to go on."
- "Not only does the need for help never leave us alone; we must apprentice ourselves to its different necessary forms, at each particular threshhold of our lives. At every stage we are dependent on our ability to ask for specific forms of help at very specific times and in very specific ways."
- "Every transformation has at its heart the need to ask for the right kind of generosity."
- "It may be that the ability to know the necessity for help; to know how to look for that help and then most importantly, how to ask for it, is one of the primary transformative dynamics that allows us to emancipate ourselves into each new epoch of our lives."
Underlined and tagged, read and reread. But understood this time more deeply, more profoundly. For this is an extraordinary time - we have other friends who need our help even if only to listen, even as we are pressed to help each other, and every day and virtually every hour we receive phone calls and e-mails requesting support in some form - surveys, petitions, more money. Every day and virtually every hour a message appears on the TV or computer of someone, some group in need.
And we are older, we have less energy, we have decisions to make with less information than we want or need, less assurance that our decisions can make a difference.
So, duh!, (ok, not very literate), although I may be strong, and I may be intelligent, and I may have faced other challenges well, this is a new challenge in a new environment, at a different time and place, at a new threshhold. So, I want to go back to the drawing board and determine the very specific forms of help I/we need, not just physically and logistically, not just intellectually but also emotionally. I want to determine who can best provide that help for me and for us - a friend or a professional? And I need to gather my courage and, yes, humility and ask.
For I believe that most people are willing to help, but they need to be asked and asked specifically. They are not mind readers. And most people will be honored to be asked, especially if you have helped them. And most people will feel acknowledged for their competence and caring, just as we are when we are asked for help that we can provide. At least most of the people I know.
I have placed Consolations on my bedside table, beneath the tablet on which I've begun my list of specific requests for help. I've blocked out some time to work on this project, accepting that I will need to revisit it in the weeks, the months and, hopefully, the years ahead of us. For, "even in the end, the dignity of our going depends on others' willingness to help us die well; the sincerity of their help often commensurate to the help we extended to them in our own life."
And, yes, I will be going to the next support group meeting.