My Air France flight 0084 landed at SFO with a bumping thud, reminding me of the tremendous weight (the airbus A380 is ginormous —one million, two hundred thousand pounds) of plane carrying over 400 passengers, reminding me to wonder how we ever got off the ground in the first place. I was relieved and happy to have that eleven hour flight behind me.
I was pretty sick with some kind of viral-y thing, had been for 4 days. My good friends Larry and Christine had offered to pick me up at the airport. I was so grateful for this kindness, and looked forward to getting home, going to bed.
Sick as I was, the first few days are a bit of a blur. I remember my daughter Anna and her boyfriend were here some of the time. They arrived the same afternoon from NYC to attend a friend’s wedding in San Francisco.
A few days later, I took them to the airport. I was slowly recovering from the illness. What continued wasn’t so much jet-lag, at least as I perceived it, as a general malaise about being home. I hadn’t anticipated that my beloved city where I have lived for 48 years, the much lauded San Francisco, was going to look and feel so shabby in comparison to France. Really. I hadn’t expected that.
I had also forgotten (though I have a pretty good network of friends) how incredibly busy everyone is here. I probably feel this way largely because I’m retired and have more free time than most of them, but seriously, I think my friends and neighbors must be some of the busiest people in the world.
Also, before France, there was this guy I had “met” online and had gone out on one date with. It was a rare date, first of all because I rarely, really, rarely date, but also rare because I had actually enjoyed his company, and he, mine. I know this because he emailed me twice before I left for France to tell me. After France, he wrote to let me know he’d met someone else. Yeah, well…
So, I’m in my Jubilee year, wherein, I have deemed all things are possible. Last March, I’d come up with ideas for a happier more meaningful life. Start and write a weekly blog. Check. Take the necessary courses and re-new my nurse’s license (after being retired for 13 years, and letting my license lapse 3 years ago). Check. Have an adventure in France. Check. Start seeing a therapist. Check. I was feeling good.
Like that Air France plane belly-bumped/thudded a landing, I belly-bumped/thudded back into my daily life. Relief to have my own bed, my own bathroom soon morphed into irritability, resentments, sadness, and worst of all, most of all, feeling lonely. The thing about loneliness is you feel like you’re the only one. Even though you totally know you’re not. And you feel incompetent (though I know I’m not). And there’s some shame too, because, yeah, if you were “worthy” this wouldn’t be happening.
And I just haven’t known what to do with all this. Feel it? Write about it?? Here??? No. NO! NO!!!
Thank goodness. Maria (Popova), Pema (Chodron), Brene’ (Brown), and Sherry (Turkle) all arrived in the nick of time. Ok. It was via FB, email, and Twitter. But better that than nothing. Addressing the same topic from different perspectives. Sherry Turkle’s TED talk was painfully on point.
Pema’s was the most challenging.
Pema: “Usually we regard loneliness as an enemy. Heartache is not something we choose to invite in. It’s restless and pregnant and hot with the desire to escape and find something or someone to keep us company. When we can rest in the middle, we begin to have a nonthreatening relationship with loneliness, a relaxing and cooling loneliness that completely turns our usual fearful patterns upside down.
There are six ways of describing this kind of cool loneliness. They are: less desire, contentment, avoiding unnecessary activity, complete discipline, not wandering in the world of desire, and not seeking security from one’s discursive thoughts.”
Pema’s description of cool loneliness is an intriguing concept, very dharma-based, of course. Which means sensible, but challenging, the opposite of easy.
Brene’ Brown, in an excellent interview with Krista Tippett, (scroll down to bottom of the Brain Pickings article here to listen) . In this interview Brene’ said she is most successful and transparent when “I stay very aware of what kind of armor I’m throwing up when I feel afraid”.
When it comes to loneliness one wants to pile on the armor, first of all, by not even admitting it to oneself, let alone anyone else, thereby further isolating.
Then Brene’ says: “Most of us are brave and afraid in the exact same moment all day long.”
In other words, we may be lonely, but we can still be warriors in the same moment. Personally I see myself as a warrior, but, maybe this is contradictory to “cool loneliness”. On the other hand, maybe we are at our most brave when we have the wherewithal to sit still with our own freaking out mind. Keep it company ’til it cools down. A different kind of warrior.
In another Brain Pickings essay, Rethinking the Placebo Effect: How Our Minds Actually Affect Our Bodies, Maria Popova shares some research on how it’s not the size of one’s social network that matters in terms of the negative health consequences of loneliness, but rather one’s self-perception of feeling lonely.
Maria writes: “though solitude might be essential for great writing, being alone a special form of art, and single living the defining modality of our time, loneliness is a different thing altogether…”
She quotes Chicago psychologist John Cacioppo, who has dedicated his career to studying how social isolation affects individuals: “Being lonely increases the risk of everything from heart attacks to dementia, depression and death, whereas people who are satisfied with their social lives sleep better, age more slowly and respond better to vaccines. The effect is so strong that curing loneliness is as good for your health as giving up smoking.”
Speaking of meditation as a helpful practice, Maria says, “I wholeheartedly recommend meditation teacher Tara Brach, who has changed my life.” Ditto.
Since I’m a warrior for good health, you know I’m a warrior to end loneliness. This battle feels a little like fighting the Taliban. Like the Taliban, my bad feelings just keep coming back with their retrograde ideology. No one said it would be easy.
I write the truth of this experience not to receive sympathy, pity, or advice, but because it’s my truth. It’s also bigger than me. I’m not alone in experiencing these feelings. I know I’m not alone. If we all pretend we’re fine when we’re not… If we text “hey, everything’s fine. how r u?” If we suck our true feelings up all the time… If we allow shame… Not only are we practicing self-abandonment. We are dis-honest, and we further isolate ourselves. Yes, maybe… No… Definitely, we should be doing something different. But so should society.
I remind myself this is my Jubilee year. My new to-do list? 1) find myself a partner 2) find meaningful work, hopefully paid, and 3) find community. Not necessarily in that order. All of these have actually been on my list for forever (and if any of you has a lead on any of these fronts, I hope you’ll let me know). As I get started attending to my new list, I also want to sink down into transforming hot loneliness into “cool loneliness” with Pema. Contemplate her teaching. As Rumi (or Ram Dass) would say “Hello loneliness. Come in, let’s have tea.”
7 thoughts on “Bumpy Landing…”
Loved this. Brave/beautiful writing.
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Did you post the Krista Tippet interview with Brene Browne?
I myself often reflect on the contradiction between my desire for and actual love of solitude and the sudden turn I sometimes take into that horrible heavy vulnerable feeling of loneliness. I heard someone (maybe Amy Schumer) say that depression feels to her like “homesickness”. I can remember feeling homesick for the first time. It felt like an actual sickness. Feeling lonely feels something like that for me, like I’ve picked up some virus that makes me feel “not myself” and I just want someone to hold me and make the feeling go away. We all need someone or some ones in our life to summon and listen and hold us when that happens.
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Hi Anita, Yes, if you click on the highlighted and underlined Brene Brown, in an excellent interview with Krista Tippett, and then scroll to near the bottom of the article, you’ll find the audio of the interview. Enjoy.
And yes, the difference between that wonderful feeling that comes along with experiencing the joy of solitude is night and day different than feelings of loneliness. Night and day. I too experience it similarly to you, as if I’ve pick up a virus and feel, as you said, “not myself”. It’s not entirely unrelated to the feeling of depression, though it is a more specific difficult emotion than the general feeling of depression, or at least the storyline, that comes along with the emotion, is. xo, g
Ahhhh the reflections on loneliness really speak–cool loneliness–warrior identity. I am so happy for last year’s goals and accomplishments. You continue to INSPIRE. I hold you in my heart as we embrace this year’s goals. YES!
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Gayle. I loved the truth of this, and the complexity. Solitude…loneliness. I have a long term partner (actually he’s my husband now) and still experience loneliness at times. Often after a trip. Like after the week I spent in NYC (Nov. 2-9) seeing my daughter and friends and family, super busy every moment. I would like to talk more, in person. So you are invited to a lunch with me, some Mon, wed. or FRi. Next week is very free. Email me email@example.com or call 415 550 1030, and let’s make a date.
Thank you Deborah. Yes, the complexity of it all. Wanting, needing to be alone, then not. Wanting some solitude. Not too much. When I was young and married, the last year of my disintegrating marriage, while living with him and my child, it was still the loneliest year of my life. And yes, lunch would be great.
Ah, thanks Melody. This one wasn’t hard to write, but it was hard to post. Vulnerability and all that. Thank you for your supportive words and love. xo, g