Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Finding Presence Despite Absence


I recently listened to the audio version of Elisabeth Tova Bailey's The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating -- a beautiful, poignant and reflective book about surviving a debilitating illness while finding beauty and wonder in an object of nature and in quiet observation.


Bailey was an active 34-year-old woman when she was struck down with a mysterious, flu-like illness from which she never fully recovered. Suddenly bedridden and isolated from the outside world, she found solace in a rather unexpected companion: a wild snail in a pot of violets given to her by a friend. The snail was moved to a terrarium filled with woodland plants, and as Bailey began to observe, research and care for this enigmatic creature, she found parallels to her own life. She writes:

“..the snail had emerged from its shell into the alien territory of my room, with no clue as to where it was or how it had arrived; the lack of vegetation and the desert-like surroundings must have seemed strange. The snail and I were both living in altered landscapes not of our choosing; I figured we shared a sense of loss and displacement."
The snail became a source of wonder and fascination to Bailey, and as her illness forced her deeper into a secluded confinement, she found comfort in this unusual bedside companion.

 “Illness isolates; the isolated become invisible; the invisible become forgotten. But the snail... the snail kept my spirit from evaporating.

...Watching it glide along was a welcome distraction and provided a sort of meditation; my often frantic and frustrated thoughts would gradually settle down to match its calm, smooth pace. “ 
There was so much about Bailey's story and writing that, for obvious reasons, deeply resonated with me.  I saw myself in the descriptions of the onset of her sudden illness, the isolation that the severity of her affliction thrust upon her, and the sense of peace she found in observing an object of nature.  For Bailey, it was a snail;  for me, it is the trees, the wildlife and the cactus blooms that comfort me outside my bedroom window each day.

Something else that struck a particular chord with me was Bailey's notation of her glaring absence from the world she once knew.  She writes, "From the severe onset of my illness and through its innumerable relapses, my place in the world has been documented more by my absence than by my presence."

This sense of absence is something I've grown more acutely aware of in recent years.  I've always been conscious of it on some level, of course, but it seems to stand out to me more and more as the years pass and I watch time and the lives of others slip by without my presence.

 
The degree of isolation that is brought upon those who suffer with this disease, especially in its severest form, is at times rather shocking.  These patients are isolated not only from the outside world, but often also within the confines of their own home. Some must live in total darkness and silence virtually 24 hours a day, unable to tolerate even the slightest hint of light or sound. As a result, they are also unable to fully interact with the very people who live with and provide them with care.

In my own case, I currently reside with my parents; yet, I rarely see them for more than about an hour scattered in small moments throughout each day. Due to severe difficulties with speaking above a whisper, as well as the problems I face with sensory overload, I find that more than a few minutes of interaction can be incredibly taxing. I struggle with the influx of information (both visual and auditory), keeping my eyes focused on whoever is speaking, quickly finding the right words to say in response, and then getting those few words out clearly enough to be heard.  Sometimes, if my reply is more than I can say out loud, I have to write it down on a piece of paper instead. Thus, even minimal interaction can be deeply draining and, if it goes on too long, has the potential of causing a setback that can last for weeks or even months.

It's difficult to see how much my parents (my mother, in particular) must do for me on a regular basis, and yet, I cannot really give them anything in return.  They are each in their mid-70s now, and I worry about the fact that, were they to become ill themselves, I could not be there for them in any kind of real, tangible way.  It's something I do not let myself think about often. For now, I'm ever grateful they are each still in my life, and that they are both healthy and strong.


Of course, my limits in interaction are not discriminatory; they apply to anyone who comes into my room.  When my brother and his family visit for a week each spring, I barely get to see them beyond giving everyone a hug each morning, exchanging a few words about what they've been up to, telling them that I love them, and perhaps taking a few pictures of us all together on their last day. While I cherish each and every one of these moments, I long to participate as they go on their daily sight-seeing adventures, or simply to hang out with my niece and nephew in my bed and play games or listen to all of their many stories.  Sometimes, instead, I will listen to them from afar, my eyes closed, as they play or chat in another room.  

Friends, too, have inevitably been distanced as a result of my illness. In fact, it's been 14 years since I've seen virtually anyone outside of family, helpers and a few doctors.  The only real exception is my best friend from college.  We studied a semester abroad together, backpacked through Europe and spent two months after college traveling throughout the U.S.   She is like a sister to me and, prior to my becoming ill, we used to speak on an almost daily basis.   Now I see her for a few minutes once a year when she comes to AZ with her family for Christmas. She and her children give me hugs and gifts, tell me of their latest news and, sometimes, her daughters will sing a song or two for me. Her husband often simply greets and waves to me from the hallway.  Regretfully, that's the extent of her visit each year, as it is the most that my health can withstand.

My own fiance and I have not seen each other since his proposal in 2008, as we are both now far too sick to travel such distances (Jim lives about 2,000 miles away).  We still write every single day, often several times a day, and not a moment goes by where I don't feel infinitely grateful for his presence in my life.  But I miss him terribly and wish so much that I could see him again.

As someone who used to be highly social and active prior to getting ill, these challenges in communicating with and being present to those I love are unbelievably frustrating and, at times, heartbreaking to me.  There's been an immeasurable amount of lost time, and of irretrievable moments never fully experienced.   I've missed out on countless milestone birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, holidays, parties, recitals, plays, concerts and even just the daily everyday type of things like casual dinners, going to the movies and chatting for hours on the phone. As much as we all work around my circumstances as best we can, I'm simply not able to be an active participant in the lives of my friends and family in the way that I so yearn. 

Fortunately, the rise of social media in recent years has helped a bit in reestablishing my connection to the outside world.  Facebook, for example, has allowed me to reunite with many friends I had not seen or spoken to in years.  Though I am unable to spend much time online, I can generally check my newsfeed for a few moments each morning, where I get to see lots of photos of all the many faces I miss, and hear about everyone's daily activities and adventures --  without having to write long emails, which can also be quite difficult for me.  


In addition, I've been able to meet new people I'd otherwise never have met, and some of these new friends have become very dear to me over the years.  It's been wonderful to have this outlet, and I am so grateful to now have that kind of connection.

At the same time, seeing and hearing about everyone's exciting lives on a day-to-day basis can also be a stark reminder of just how much I am missing out on, and of how absent I really am from each of my many friends' lives.


Despite my circumstances, however, I cannot truly say that I am lonely.  Distanced as I may be, I still have the love and support of dear friends and family, some of whom do their utmost to care for and include me in their lives on a regular basis.  My absence is felt on their end as well as on mine, and I am reminded often that I have not been forgotten.

Most especially, I have the love and support of my fiance who, every day, affirms how important I am in his life, as he is in mine.  It is that love which holds me up and carries me through.

I also know that, unfortunately, there are many others like me out there, fighting this disease in their own forced isolation every single day, and we are each united in our shared stories.  
   
Finally, much like Elisabeth Tova Bailey's wild snail, I have the wildlife, blooms and butterflies outside my window.  They remind me that there is a kind of beauty and simplicity in merely existing and being open to each moment.    

And, in this moment, my presence in this world -- though slowed, distant and contrary to my wishes --  has not been fully silenced.  It makes itself known through the words I write, through small gestures, through memories and through the hearts of the people I love.  In this way, it battles on and continues forward. And it will never cease striving for its long-awaited moment of release.

 Meanwhile, from my window, a little bit of grace:



Female Lesser Goldfinch


Male House Finch


Female House Finch at Sunset



Female House Finch


Antelope Squirrel Waves Hello for a Picture


Baby Bunny


Roadrunner


Desert Cardinal (Pyrrhuloxia)


Coopers Hawk


Deer


Mourning Doves in Love


Mourning Doves Kiss


Gila Woodpecker

Gila Woodpecker and Saguaro Cactus Blooms


Bee and Saguaro Cactus Bloom


Bee and Saguaro Cactus Bloom


Staghorn Cactus Buds


Cactus Bloom


Prickly Pear Cactus Blooms


Amaryllis after Rain


Orchids

"Survival often depends on a specific focus: A relationship, a belief, or a hope balanced on the edge of possibility. Or something more ephemeral: the way the sun passes through the hard seemingly impenetrable glass of a window and warms the blanket, or how the wind, invisible but for its wake, is so loud one can hear it through the insulated walls of a house."
 ― Elisabeth Tova Bailey, The Sound of A Wild Snail Eating

"Wherever you are, be there totally." 
 ― Eckhart Tolle

10 comments:

  1. Those pictures are so beautiful! I'm very glad you have such an amazing view. Since we moved, I can't even see a single tree from my window and I miss nature so much! Thanks for sharing all this with us. I hope you find many peaceful moments this summer. Lots of love!

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  2. Dear Laurel, Your photos are lovely to see this morning! As I read your blog today, You remind me of what is good and of worth in our lives. The love that carries us forward and sustains. I still live on east coast of New Jersey near the sea; although limited to the times I can look at it and smell its salty air. Is always an inspiration to visit you there in your place by the desert. Wishing you all that is good.~Susan

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  3. You are a wonderful writer and really captured the sadness of having long term, severe CFS/ME (I have had severe to moderate CFS/ME for nearly 20 years). I can only imagine how long and how much effort it took you to compose the above blog post. You should consider submitting it to a magazine or other media. The Sun Magazine (thesunmagazine.org) is one of my favorites and I think your blog post/essay fits might be something they would choose.

    BTW I also read the The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating and it is a wonderful read.

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  4. Beautiful post and amazing wildlife. So much of this resonated with me. Thank you for sharing and inspiring. ❤

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  5. Thank you, Laurel for sharing your reflections on being absent from the rest of the world. I rank about a two on the activity level scale (1 to 10), so I'm not quite as isolated as you are, however, I also find speaking to be one of the most draining activities, as well as trying to maintain eye contact. What is it that makes keeping eye contact so draining?
    Your writing is like poetry and I agree with Anonymous that you should submit it to a magazine. Thank you for giving so much of your precious strength to share this post and your always beautiful photos. God bless you.

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  6. While only "moderate" I relate to so much of what you write here. Also, I just love your photos capturing nature. I actually mentioned you (anonymously) in an article I wrote about connecting to nature through art.

    It seems like you are making the absolute best of a really tough situation, living life as best you can despite a horrible case of M.E.

    My parent's health has recently gone downhill, making it super tough e.g. how can I help them? I did manage to visit recently, but wasn't even well enough while there to do an errand, for example. I guess all we can do is our best.

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  7. Oh dear Laurel, this was a wonderful informative piece. ME has not taken your writing skills, no matter how long it may take you to compose a post. I found you years ago and have thought and prayed for you, but to be honest, only now and then. I am going to write your name, where I can see it everyday and send loving thoughts and healing prayers to you over the next 30 days. I keep forgetting to ask you..... are you taking Vit D-3....large amounts? I am concerned your levels may be low considering you cannot go outside. I always enjoy your photos and learning all the different types of birds that live nearby. xo Lori

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    1. Thank you, Lori -- That is so kind and thoughtful of you to do! Yes, I recently had my Vitamin D levels tested and was borderline low. So, I've increased my dosage and will continue to monitor my levels. Thanks for your concern, and thanks again for your prayers and kind comments.

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  8. Laurel,
    Thanks for your honesty in your writing. It has been hard to be a bystander over the years to the losses you have suffered as result of your battle with M.E. However, I am constantly impressed by the joy you continue to find in the smaller moments of life that you capture so beautifully in pictures of the world outside your window. You do not let this illness define you and we are so proud to witness your spirit and vitality carry through in your writing, blogs and efforts to raise awareness of M.E. Thank you for sharing so many moments of your journey with us-proud to call you family.

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  9. What a beautiful post. One of my best friends is very severely affected with ME and your writing touched me. The photographs were indeed 'a little bit of grace' - thank you for sharing it with the wider world.

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