There are certain kinds of change that we all acknowledge need time and space to deal with. Those big trauma kinds of events like the death of a loved one, a house burning down, a major accident or injury.
When those happen, everyone agrees that it’s OK for you to have space and permission to just sit on the couch for a while and be non-functional.
But what about the things that rock your world to it’s very foundations but don’t look like much to anyone else at all?
These are the kinds of things that shatter our identity and leave us reeling, like finding out you’re adopted or questioning your spiritual path or your sexual orientation.
How do we make the space to fully understand and process these things when they’re not common reasons for taking time out?
I experienced one of those at the end of March. Just one day after I wrote my last post on this blog. And I was beginning to wonder how long it was really going to be before I posted again.
Writing about it feels like trying to catch up a friend you haven’t seen for a while about everything that’s changed and how you’re a totally different person now. We can’t ever really share it fully.
I let go of a role I’d been in for over 10 years and that I was very strongly identified with. And suddenly my reality, my identity, my beliefs… everything was called into question. The old me was gone in a flash, but who was left?
Fortunately, I’ve been in this place before, many years ago, and I learned a term for it then .
I call it Being in the Ashes
And you might think that it’s a time away from your life and your path, but it’s actually one of the most important stages on the way to being alive and fully engaged in your life.
Many ancient traditions and all major religions have stories about ashes as a metaphor for grief and going inward.
In some aboriginal cultures it was well understood that a member of the community, without needing to explain why, would sometimes just step out of the normal pattern of their life and go and sit among the ashes that ran down the centre of the longhouse.
And without any fuss, the other community members would simply take up looking after their children and their farming and other duties until they were done in the ashes.
And one day, when they were ready, they would just get up and go wash off the ashes and step fully back into their life again.
And everyone would recognize that their time in the ashes was complete and the unseen work of healing was done.
And I think WOW, what an enlightened and supportive society that must have been!
Wouldn’t it be great if you could just let them know at work that it was your ashes time and everyone would collectively make sure your job got done? Or have the neighbors just automatically look after your kids while you were less than fully functional?
But unfortunately our society doesn’t quite work that way, at least not in most larger cities and towns.
But these times are so important and they deserve to be honoured and appreciated for the transformational experiences they really are!
I think there’s going to have to be a Part II to this piece because there’s so much I’m noticing right now that helps and hinders this process that I still want to share with you.
But for now, the most important thing to remember is that these stages do pass. You don’t have to be afraid to go into it because you’re worried you’ll never come out.
And not only do you come out the other side, but you come out brand new – a little brighter, a little shinier because of what’s NOT pulling you down anymore.
Because the truth of it is, if Cinderella had gone to the ball and had never done her ashes work, she probably would have just stood against the wall all grieving and wounded and wondering why the damn prince was dancing with everyone but her! Not so attractive, I think.
But when the inner hurts have healed, the grief turns into joy, passion and aliveness and isn’t that always when our dreams come calling?
I can’t wait to see what’s around the corner from these ashes!
How about you? Have you been in the ashes? What helped? What didn’t? I’d love to hear about your experiences with this! Please share them in the comments below.
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I really know where that space is. I’ve been sitting in the ashes for almost 3 years now… trying to get past the feeling of having completely lost myself when I left my marriage of 10 years. I stepped out and my entire concept of who I was dissolved almost instantly… and since it was an abusive relationship to boot, the sense of uncertainty and loss and fear seem to be compounded because it was a sense of FLIGHT at first, then FIGHT, and then, lastly, the just sitting and being with who I am, and where i am going…
Because I don’t have a supportive network of family, just being inside myself was what I needed at first. I needed to stay out of intimate relationships and focus on reconnecting the fine threads of my inner being — what kinds of music did I like, what were my financial goals, how did I want to be with my children, how did I like my eggs, did I prefer salty or sweet, what colours drew me, what hobbies did I ENJOY — and weeding out the things that I had done in my former role and that I didn’t enjoy anymore.
I had to learn to accept that I was not the same person, even though I was expected to be by everyone else around me, and that I had to learn to negotiate NEW boundaries for people in my life. I had to learn the hard fact that people didn’t like when others changed, but resented when others resisted THEIR change or growth. I had to learn to let go of some people in my life who could not let me grow or change or who wanted me to be the person I was before, a person I could never be again.
Soon I hope to emerge from the ashes… its beginning to feel like time to fully LIVE again and start to grow and flower after such a long wintering season…
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Wow, Pam, thank you for posting this! This is such an accurate description of what we go through when we’re remembering our true identity after having lost it in a role or relationship. And I think the more we’ve been torn down, the longer it takes to fully rebuild our self.
The last time I was in the ashes it was almost three years as well. So I know that feeling of wondering when it’s ever going to be spring again. I want to say something like “I hope the sun will be shining again soon”, but I realized myself that there’s just no point in wishing to be any farther along than I am. Even the “getting ready to bloom again” stage is a beautiful place to be!
Yes, I’ve often been in the ashes – just in the midst of a short visit to shadowland actually. I first learned that it didn’t have to be a bad thing from Robert Bly and Gioia Timpanelli. Your post is a shining light. Thanks for writing this.
Aaahhh. That Robert Bly…he’s a wise one alright! I’ll have to look up Gioia. Thank you so much for connecting!
Oh, yes, several times. It’s not for nothing that I identify with the Phoenix. And you’re right – each time I’ve been ‘reborn’, I’ve come out bigger, better, more of the ‘me’ I really am.
Glad to see you & your wondrous wisdom are back!
Thank you Birdy! It feels really great to be posting again, especially connecting with such lovely readers.
And I had a hunch you and that Phoenix might be kin in some way! = >
Love this. What a great metaphor for the healing process . . . I’ve been in the ashes for about a year now (although I feel like I’ve come in and out of that state a few times during this period of significant change). I think we often don’t give ourselves time and space to heal – even for the traumas that everyone else understands. Thanks for a great post.
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Thanks for your comment Jessica! You make a great point about the fact that being in the ashes doesn’t mean we might not pop out every once in a while. In fact, I think brief periods of joy or contentment or other states act as a kind of respite – like a warm day so the winter doesn’t feel so long – that helps us stay with the process.
Hey Susan J,
What a great post, thank you very much for sharing it! Being in the ashes is definitely an apt description. I have spent time in the ashes myself, and that period of transition when you are no longer what you once were but aren’t yet your new self can be painful and scary – and exciting, eventually. The ashes can be a healing place, and they can polish us, as long as we stay there as long as necessary and no longer. I wrote about this recently in my ebook, and you touched on many of the same points.
I’m looking forward to Part II!
Susan T.
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Thanks Susan! I love the metaphor of polishing us. And you’re right, it’s easy to stay there longer than necessary. You’ve just given me another point to share in Part II. = >