Holding space for life’s contradictions

Have you lately been thinking that our world is not a good place right now, that there is more bad than good news and things are getting worse each day? 

The focus on social media is clearly and increasingly on the negative, outliers are pictured as standard. Hence our perception that the world is a bad place, inducing fear and anxiety. We think there is rarely positive news, but in fact there is – we just need to actively start looking for it.

A good place to go to is Fix the news. Here you find what is actually going right in the world: stories of real progress that we rarely hear about because mainstream media are just not interested in them.

Some examples:

The list goes on – from improving access to electricity and water in third world countries, to decreasing litter in the oceans, boosting renewables, cutting pollution in cities or setting up new nature reserves. Behind all of this are always people who have not given up yet.

…progress happens not through some invisible hand of history, but through the visible hands of people who refuse to give up on it.

Angus Hervey

At all times, on this planet, there has been collapse on the one hand and progress on the other. Night and day, yin and yang. They co-exist and are interdependent. Like the Buddhists say: without the mud there is no lotus.

But because the side of collapse appears to be increasingly over-amplified through the media, do we overlook these opposites co-existing, and instead tend to believe the world is doomed. It’s easy to fall into this trap. 

Our forefathers’ legacy, to always be prepared for disaster, makes negative and scary things stick even more intensely in our brain. But we can take a different viewpoint.

The world is always horrible and beautiful at the same time, it always has been. But how we look at this paradox is up to us. We decide what we focus on, and that impacts how we live, work, communicate or raise our children.

Everything has different and sometimes conflicting aspects – it depends on the viewpoint we take. 

Life’s complexity and ambiguity are of course difficult to take in. Holding space for two conflicting positions asks a lot of endurance and self-reflection.

Deep inside we know that, but black and white scenarios are much easier to grasp. That’s why we are striving for simplification, but life is far more complex.  


We live in hope—that life will get better, and more importantly that it will go on, and that love will survive even though we will not.

John Green

How does it sound to choose the bright side more often for a change, by giving preference to hope over anxiety?

Even if I am struggling in my life, I can nevertheless enjoy happy moments. It never has to be either one or the other – I can hold and unite opposites within me.

When I am not feeling well, I can still enjoy the sight of a blooming tree at the roadside.

I can feel desperate about climate change progressing, but still be happy about the achievements of The Ocean Cleanup.

Which side do we want to be on? Which story do we choose to be part of? Angus Hervey asks these questions in his inspiring TED talk.

Do we want to give in to despair or do we choose to be hopeful?

This choice people always had to make, in all circumstances at all times, and it’s never an easy one. 

How does it influence our thoughts and actions? How does it make us feel? Which choice do you think better equips us to deal with our daily struggles?

We set things in motion through our choices. What do we share with others, what deserves our time and energy, what do we believe in?

We change our lives by deciding which story we give preference to.

Ultimately, we change the world that way. Everything we do has repercussions, influences others. And it is sometimes so easy to inspire another human being, through the stories we share with them.

Holding space for life’s inevitable contradictions requires acceptance of life, the willingness to differentiate and living with nuances. 

Whenever I worry about the future, I remind myself that somewhere on this world – unknown to me – something always goes right. 


Life’s impermanence

Preparing the move of my parents to a care home during the past months brought up sad feelings for me, very suddenly. The time has come to say farewell to their apartment they have been living in for 12 years and to the life they were used to.

It’s a journey coming to an end, and it’s also a first farewell we children have to say, before the final chapter approaches.

It is sad. Sifting through all their belongings, deciding what they will take with them, what my brother and I will take with us, and what will be given to charity is after all, a hard step. 

Right now it takes place only in my mind: trying to remember what’s hidden in their cupboards and drawers, and where I need to watch out for possible surprises once I will be on site in a few weeks’ time and actually doing it. 

As usual I want to preempt getting stuck in the process by something that I have not thought about up front, because I want all to go well. It is a tight schedule for both my brother and I – him living in a different city than my parents and me living in a different country.

All their possessions – many of which are very dear to them – tell a lot about their life together, about their hopes, aspirations, love and struggles. It’s what remains of a life.

It is not just about the complex organization of their move, it has a very emotional component.

I want to give them the chance to be happy in that new place, but I am also aware that it will be quite a shock for them. The loss of control and full dependency on others is the reason why a lot of people who move to a care home facility die within the first 2 months.

Many objects they were used to and saw daily will no longer be around them. That goes for crockery and cutlery, their wineglasses, their bedlinen, their towels. They will be dependent upon others to wash their laundry, clean their space, give them food, or even a spoon for a tea bag. They will not brew their own coffee anymore in the morning.

On the other hand, of course, a weight is taken off their shoulders. They have not been able to cope anymore with daily life for a long time and struggled a lot. But there is a downside to everything and I know it will not be easy for them to adjust.

I want them to be happy, but all I can do is trying to soften their landing in that new reality. By being mindful and attentive, and making sure they can feel comfortable and have sufficient objects around them which serve as a reminder of past times. Like books, plants, photos, paintings, placemats or decoration. It’s often the small and simple things that bring joy.

I also need to acknowledge their feelings and deal with difficult situations that might arise, especially with my mom. My dad is easier to handle: he is pragmatic and accepts his dwindling capabilities – physically and mentally. But my mom is fighting reality as always, so for her it will be hard. Deep down she knows it is the best solution and she even said so in her more clearer moments, however, even her dementia will not let her ignore the obvious: that it is a big change.

Personally, I need to deal with these aspects as well: the factual side which means intensely project managing a lot of stuff, but also handling the emotional impact it has on me. It is hard. And I have no guarantees that my parents will be happy. I can only strive to enable it as much as possible.

Have a little faith
You’ll see it’s alright
Take a little time to breathe
The tide turns eventually
It comes in, it goes out
If you’re ever in doubt
Just have a little faith.

(Have a little faith - Son Mieux)

Going through this process turned out to be a reminder of the nature of impermanence. It reminds me of my own mortality, and that we cannot take any worldly belongings with us when it’s time to go.

My parents will lose a place they loved, but I realized that I will lose that place, too. The sadness I felt surprised me a bit at first because I have no strong connection to that place, but this feeling arising showed me what lies underneath and what I need to acknowledge for my own life.

And it made me question all the stuff that I have accumulated in my own apartment, and whether it is about time to gradually let go of more of it, bit by bit. Doing it feels liberating.

We come empty-handed into this world, and that’s how we will leave it. All of us. It’s important to have no illusions about it.

This is what the 5 remembrances mean in Buddhism:

We are all of the nature to grow old, to get sick and to die. There is no escaping that.

We will lose the people and the places that we love.

The only things we can take with us are our actions.

(Plum village podcast episode 82)

Even though these words might feel like a threat hanging in the air, it actually helps to focus on the present moment which needs our full and undivided attention. In the present we need to fully show up. Whatever we do, whoever we are with. 

Enjoy and appreciate what is in front of me and be grateful for it. The present moment turns into the past in the blink of an eye.

Everything in life is subject to change. That is just reality. That change is not meant to haunt or to taunt us. Its purpose is to teach us every day to be grateful and focus on what is really important in life.

Whatever I am currently working on, all the plans I make – which importance will it have in 50 years from now? Impermanence puts things into perspective when my head starts spinning.

Resorting to meditation whenever I felt overwhelmed by the complexity of the current situation, helped me. That’s why I keep on doing it as often as I can, striving for a daily routine. Like this morning when I got up with my head full of racing thoughts, then decided to stop myself in my tracks by sitting still and focusing on my breathing for 15 minutes. It brought me calm and I felt better equipped to start my day.

Of course, all my planning is a mere attempt to gain as much control as possible over the future. 

It does not mean everything is actually going to work out as I want to. But my worries might also not come true. 

The thoughts I started repeating to myself: it will work out eventually. There is no reason why all things should go wrong. And when issues come up then I will manage them. It’s not the end of the world. 


The memory tree

My Christmas tree is actually my memory tree. 

Every year again I decorate it with mainly the same pieces of Christmas decoration that I collected over many years, from different countries. Some I bought, some I received as gifts from friends or family or people I have been working with, and some I made myself. 

All these pieces carry memories with them which I treasure, reminding me of past times and people. Souvenirs. Each year I thoroughly enjoy decorating my tree, and in the weeks approaching Christmas and beyond, I often look at my tree, evoking the happy memories connected to these items. 

It makes me feel at home, grateful for the friendship I received, those enjoyable moments with others, the time I got to spent in different countries. It’s the feelings connected to these objects that come up every time I look at them. 

With time, I have some stories to tell which are connected to this small collection – which consists of so much more than just beautiful objects. They represent different times and stages of my life’s journey.

There is the Romanian ornament egg I received as a gift from my colleagues when I visited them in Bucharest some years ago (not long before covid made travel impossible). That’s how I learnt that these eggs are also used as Christmas decoration in Romania.

The beautiful felted heart and the Newbridge Christmas tree hanger which my Irish friend Naomi gave to me.

The colourful hangers I bought in one of the pound shops I frequented in Dublin so many years ago, which still have not lost their colours.

The nice and practical Dutch paper ball ornaments I got in the first year after I moved to Utrecht.

Quite a few handcrafted delicate wooden Christmas tree ornaments I found at German and Dutch Christmas markets.

And of course, my own creations like the crocheted snowflakes and felted stars.

The tree itself is also part of the collection. I bought it while living in Dublin for 12,99 Irish pounds at Penney’s, and it is now some 25 years old (and still looking good). It has moved with me from Dublin to Germany and then to the Netherlands. Meanwhile its losing some of its fake pine needles each time I take it out of the box or store it away again – which I did today.

All these memories are my very own, they live and will die with me,  like a lot of things existing only in someone’s heart. Sometimes we might tell a story or two to a friend about what a specific object means to us. Otherwise, this fabric of life remains largely hidden. I love to share some of these stories with my friends. It’s like giving them a present, sharing a piece of my life with them.

A friend of mine used a lovely expression when sending me her wishes for this New Year: We have an empty year in front of us waiting to be filled with good and heartfelt friendship. 

That’s a fitting description of what I am planning to do, continuing to create many more moments of joy and happiness with the people I love and cherish. Creating memories we will hold on to.


Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us. 

Oscar Wilde




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