Freitag, 18. April 2014

Letting go of familiarities

A mystery.
An antique mystery.
Probably we’ll never completely understand it, but we can experience it.

We know the dead – do we think.
We look a good deal of crime and action movies, or read the corresponding books.
But when we indeed have to say goodbye to a person, we’re knocked our socks of.

Letting go of something or somebody familiar aches.

The pain needs the time for grief.
Saying farewell is a part of it.

Looking at the dying of somebody or something could be a conscious farewell, but is often suppression.
Even stacked magazines, boxes with unknown contents that stand for a long time in a nook – who don’t know such nooks?
Nooks full of darkness, suppressed process, uncompleted things.

One of the principles of the hospice care is it to make it possible for the dying persons to regulate their last things. What these last things concretely are differs from person to person: To clarify a quarrel with the brother, to draft a testament, to see the family once again…
Why do we have such dead nooks?
Do we wait for somebody other to regulate that for us?
Or why is it so difficult for us to say goodbye to things which don’t serve to our life?

With our denial of letting go things whose time has gone we crucify ourselves – and others.

Nailed down – held down.

One message of the Good Friday is it that God is here, in all depths.
He sees our betrayal, our insufficiency, our failure.
And bears them with us.
Till we are ready to let go what’s not or no longer good for us.

“Forgive them, because they don’t know what they do.”
Do we know what we do?

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