Married to Life

Warm EmbraceWhen do we commit to life? And how?

We commit when we see our situation in context and when, seeing all the treasures and terrors life promises, we embrace the whole of it.

Easy to say, but gaining such clarity can be a challenge. For decades I resisted the simple act of acceptance, and for decades I endured needless torment. Part of me knew my own attitudes rooted me in my suffering, but it seemed impossible to change.

Looking back on those struggles from my current perspective, it’s not clear what made the difference. Why did I finally transform? Partly, it was the guidance of a wise counselor trained in Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT). Partly, it took spiritual practice which, for me, meant dabbling in Buddhism, Vedanta, Yoga, Quakerism, Catholicism, Taoism, and so on. Simple aging also played a role. I gave up my youthful dreams (or at least the ones that demanded release) in favor of wiser, quieter intentions.

Easy enough to cite reasonable explanations, but I suspect the transformation unfolded organically. As a form of growth, the maturing of consciousness doesn’t require much more than fertile ground. From my own experience and that of others, I’ve come to believe the decision to try suffices. The intention is all that’s needed to moisten and germinate the seeds of new awareness. If we choose to pursue health, even when we have only vague notions about what health truly means, we eventually find it. Resources appear. Fellow seekers enter our lives. We gradually stumble on a path through the shadows and discover light.

So if the key is making a choice and committing to growth, perhaps we can find some guidance by looking at another type of commitment: marriage.

My wife and I have lived together for twenty-three years and have been married eighteen. A man my age can’t claim this to be a particularly long time, but it’s enough for me to have learned something about the wedded state. Lately I’ve been looking at the ways committing to life and committing to a spouse seem similar.

In marriage, there are moments of bliss. The wedding day. The tender, intimate cuddling. The mind-blowing copulations. These ecstatic times serve to strengthen the bond between partners. They are analogous to peak moments, those times when we feel the grandeur of being alive. I think here of potent transcendent experiences, such as came to me during my recent meditation retreat.

In marriage and in life, there are also milder flavors of bliss: the shared meals and quiet walks, or the lovely sunsets and the enthusiasm of dogs. These subtler highlights are more numerous and play an equal role in binding us to lovers and life itself.

Of course, there are hard times, too. Married couples disappoint one another, hurt one another, and sometimes even betray one another. Likewise, life serves up loss, illness, and ruin. Some marriages are more troubled than others. Some lives are more arduous, some less.

A partner can let us down by forgetting an important anniversary, by never looking up from the computer, by speaking cruelly, or by choosing the arms of another. There’s a spectrum of severity. Longstanding marriages survive not because lapses don’t occur, or even because the lapses remain small. They survive because of forgiveness and, most of all, because of commitment. Sure, divorce is an option. But if the partners honor their vows, they work things out. Even great wounds have been healed in this way.

Life disappoints us when we have to wait a long time at a red light when we’re in a hurry, when we lose the career to which we devoted our youth, when we contract a  painful, disabling illness, and when those closest to us die. All of us confront a range of adversity that spreads from mild irritation to devastating grief. Given this, how do we remain appreciative of life? By committing to the journey.

We can and do reject life. Some commit suicide, but many more get lost in substance abuse, obsessive thought, empty entertainments, and sullen refusal to enjoy whatever blessings fate does provide. For instance, we might find ourselves in a town we don’t like, separated from the city we adored. Rather than noticing the peaceful beauty of the new location, we mourn the excitement of the old. We keep ourselves locked in regret, wishing things were different.

We criticize continually, when we could just as easily praise. We reject when we could embrace.

What keeps us trapped in misery? Go back to the marriage analogy. One can divorce, but one can also withdraw. A couple can live together and interact only in the most superficial or (worse) hurtful ways. Each withholds affection and admiration from the other. The marriage continues, but its heart withers.

Only when the couple learns to fully commit to the process of marriage does the relationship blossom to its full, miraculous extent. With total commitment, small annoyances seem humorous and big  failures seem forgivable. We cease trying to change our partners and instead honor them for who they are. We see them as startling wholes, at once heroic and fallible.

We can do the same with life. As I’ve suggested in many posts of recent years, we do well to expand our perspective. We can see the hardship life inflicts alongside the pleasure it provides. We can see evil alongside good. Decay next to growth. Death balanced by birth. We admire the drama of evolution playing out over millions of years and the turmoil of human culture unfolding over thousands. We open to the big picture and we become less sure of our opinions. Are we really qualified to criticize this ancient, chaotic, self-correcting whole? We begin to wonder, in both senses of the word. We wonder if our judgments are reliable. We wonder at the complexity and beauty of this surging process we call a universe.

To commit to wonder is all it takes. To remain curious, appreciative, and open-hearted is to remain married, whether to another person or an entire cosmos. The longer one engages in a committed fashion, the easier and more remarkable such marriage seems.

We don’t need to feel alone when we are married to life. We have a partner who will remain with us to our last moment, without fail. We can watch it with fascination and affection. We can embrace it with tenderness and care, and occasionally with passion and ecstasy.

What does this mean, in practice? It means tending the body, mind, heart, and soul. Not just our own aggregation of these properties, but that of our partner which, if our partner is life itself, means caring for the people and organisms all around us and the biosphere itself. We commit to doing our best to treat others and ourselves with gentleness when possible and firmness when necessary. We recognize that we will fail, as all fails, from time to time, but we commit to forgiving ourselves and everything else for not living up to our expectations. We begin to accept the world and all it contains as a delightful whole. We no longer wish this universe were different; we admire what it is.

At which point, we realize life always knew best. As if reconciling with a spouse who made the right choice despite our vigorous objection, we admit that the cosmos was wiser all along.

Was that career really right for us? Did the old neighborhood provide the resources needed for personal growth? Do we really know what’s best? We begin to wonder. And in wonder, we find love.

And it all begins with a choice: the choice to commit wholeheartedly to living, come what may.


In keeping with the theme of adoring life, the following is a love poem written to whatever it is that makes living possible, here referred to as ‘Soul.’

In Praise of the Soul

You are the ocean that remains after a puddle has dried.
You are the stillness that follows our last breath.

You are the single word infants know
prior to birth

And the song
that is never heard, though forever sung.

You are what opened the first eye
and the spark that made our heart start beating.

You are what lifts the sail on a windless day and what stands
after an army has fallen.

You are the birds that fly
between planets, their wings stirring the vacuum.

And you are the breath
that fills the lungs of a stone.

Ah dear soul
you are as old as tomorrow.

We listen for you
as a mother listens for her sleeping child.

We hear you whisper
as we dream in your womb.


     

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Married to Life — 6 Comments

  1. Hi Will,

    Thanks – great and helpful post!

    Oh my — the dreaded “C” word concept!! So, your saying It won’t help to run away to Thailand, meet some exotic Thai woman and live happily ever-after?? I should know better as I spent way too many years trying to change my external environment (jobs, girlfriends, schools, geographic location) hoping it would heal my soul. The term, “Wherever you go, there you are,” was and is true. I suppose if one’s insides (soul?) is healthy, self actualized, (spiritually fit?), one could make healthy external changes understanding that the “C” word/idea comes with us everywhere/anywhere. And this is a good, helpful way to be for wellness, growth and a meaningful life full of purpose, understanding, and deep connection with self, others, earth, universe.

    I just love this post! Thanks,
    Dave

  2. Dave–

    I agree there are times when externals do need to be changed. To ‘accept’ life only means to accept things as they are right now; we don’t simply let events unfold into the future without guidance. We can’t change the present moment because it’s already here, fully formed. But we can and do influence the future. I believe you’ve outlined the answer: remain committed to life, come what may, but make healthy external changes as they seem indicated. I’m glad this post had value for you. Thanks for the comment.

    –Will

  3. On reading the above, the following came to mind:

    Is it sin then,
    to feel this way?
    To drink-in the summer straw’s
    soft evening bouquet?
    A singing urging seductive demand;
    tonight I made love to the land.

    Once again my heartfelt thanks for your presence.

    Graeme