The Bardo of Waiting

I wrote an email to a friend this morning:

I am getting familiar with that in-between, waiting, confused, gap experience. I’m waiting on biopsy results myself–results are due Tuesday. My health over the last year has been one thing after another, since I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis a year ago.

There’s a word for this waiting place from Tibetan Buddhism–bardo. A bardo is a state where we’re leaving something familiar, and the next stage hasn’t fully revealed itself. It’s the most uncomfortable, potentially terrifying place to be. It requires the utmost kindness, gentleness, a light touch of awareness, and an approach of grounding, one-step-at-a-time, and appreciation for the present moment. Continue reading “The Bardo of Waiting”

Caregiving advice

I haven’t been a caregiver too often in my life. My sister, brother and I shared the caregiving role while my mother was in the hospital before she died in 1994. I certainly didn’t take anyone’s advice about self-care back then,¬†except maybe from my dear friend Elisa, who tried to encourage me to keep my heart open—or at least return her phone calls.

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