Had you noticed I get frustrated and angry and even a bit cynical, with hackneyed cliches and over-used phrases? Not because they’re wrong; in fact they become hackneyed and over-used precisely because they are (often) true. What gets to me is they’re easy to reach for.
One of those hackneyed and over-used words is “process”. ‘I have to process that thought.’ ‘This information has to be processed slowly.’ It feels often that it is a doing-word that lets us not do.
An image that sprang to mind was a meat grinder or sausage maker: take something big and make it into little pieces then use the little pieces to make something new, preferably with as little waste as possible. Like strawberries becoming jam.
That being said..I am definitely a ‘processing’ person. Sometimes too much. But I have learned two things the hard way: if you don’t process the experience it will come back to choke you and secondly without processing all one does is consume the experince like a PacMan emoji.
So as I have looked at my (overly substantial) weight gain, and reduced energy (or total lack thereof) for mundane house tasks (which is not high to begin with) I have been taken aback by the realization ‘duh: you haven’t taken time to process much of these last 6 months.’
Which surprised me because I have processed so much. The isolation. The remote connecting. Which ironically has allowed me to connect with people I work with (and family) more frequently than I would have in-person. To be vaccinated…or not. Testimony from the #BILM and #MMIGW movements. So what else is there?
Let’s see…The renewed calls to investigate horrors of the Indian Residential School system*, including the reality that almost all of the schools – though government designed and funded– were run by Christian organizations– including my own, which takes pride in its social-justice efforts. That bites.
I learned decades ago that people who look and sound like me were the designer, orchestrators, administrators and staff there. And that, whether I like it or not, I have benefitted from the system that created them. I have confronted myself on what it means – in real terms – that Every Child Matters.
But even knowing that: Choke. Choke. Choke.
Apparently ingesting information is not the same as learning it. The French are correct: savoir is not the same as connaitre. To know information is different thank knowing something ‘in our bones’, at our core, an intimate knowing. One is information, the other is processed information.
Processing takes different forms but, as I see it, they all require 3 things: intention, effort, and focus. And those are hard to sustain, and even harder on our own. But knowing others holding fast too lightens the load.
Processing takes time and effort and discipline. It requires some form of silencing of the mind and being ok with not imposing answers we already have. It needs stilling the body from doing our way through the discomfort of change (the just-keep-busy theory). (Thanks, Christopher Heuertz.)
And I am learning that processing also needs a balance of the difficult and the easy, tears and laughter. There is a Jewish teaching that says it is as important ‘to rejoice with the bride and groom’ as it is to console the bereaved. I have learned to laugh most from my indigenous teachers who remind me “Life is hard so not to laugh as often as we can is to be ungrateful for the joy.” Touche.
It’s hard work to process deep hurt of the stories about Indian Residential Schools.* Real answers are not easy. I can’t accept as sufficient the hackneyed and over-used expressions “We are sorry”, “We must do better “, “I don’t understand how people ( or religious people) could allow that”. To me these simply sound hollow and dismissive. Instead I need to process what I am hearing, and then listen some more. June 30, 2021 is being upheld in Canada as A DAY to LISTEN.
I am glad for the summer to recalibrate. To appreciate the change in demands to process these past months. Push the chair away from the desk, away from my doing-ness, simply to be in the warmth, focus on weeding my wee garden and tending to the deeds of the (not so wee) yard and house. Give my heart some space and solitude, to rest in it all and laugh at the birds and splashing water. And set aside what I know so I can chew it all instead of choke on it, process it rather than simply consuming it.
And, perhaps most importantly, to revel in spending time with other people who share the load, laughing as much as we can, because even if we are masked, at least we won’t be alone. Which just might be what the processing machine needs for its maintenance.
Notes: * I have learned it is important to use the legal name for these institutions. First, it forces us to face the colonialism embedded in what we now understand as as racist: Indian. And second it wasn’t a a ‘residential school’ like boarding school is; because its inherent purpose was to separate children from their family roots and culture to do harm, it needs to be acknowledged as such. (Whether the other kind also does harm is another topic.) ** see also: www.newswire.ca/news-releases or use the iheartradio app. Featured image: ricko.bigcartel.com