On “The Japanese Art of Grieving a Miscarriage”
As one who knows the grief of a pregnancy aborted and attempt after unsuccessful attempt at conception, I wasn’t surprised to receive a NY Times piece on the topic from a half-dozen people. It’s no wonder The Japanese Art of Grieving a Miscarriage has hit a nerve: our dominant culture in the US has little willingness to see this face of grief.
In the Times essay, the American author describes the ceremonial vacuum she and her husband experienced when her 10-week-old pregnancy ended. “We knew miscarriage was common. But why wasn’t there anything people did when it happened? ‘If only there were some kind of tradition.…’”
Her husband reminds her of the little stone Jizo statues they’d seen in a cemetery in Japan when they were first dating. “These small figurines dressed in red caps and bibs honor the souls of babies who are never born. Crowding their feet are toys and snacks left by parents to comfort their children in the afterlife.”
As I read her moving account of how dressing and watching over their own Jizo provided structure and solace to their mourning, the story rang a bell. Several years ago I’d heard a radio account of a mizuko kuyo ceremony using Jizo statures conducted at a Zen monastery not far from my home.
Deena Prichep’s NPR story goes beyond the easy-to-sympathize miscarriage to the more stigmatized circumstance of abortion. In fact, the reporter cites a scholar who traces the origin of the mizuko kuyo to the rise of the abortion rate in modern Japan. “Kuyo rituals are an ancient format of Japanese Buddhist practice. But kuyo for mizuko, for a departed child spirit, so far as we can tell, really only goes back to the post-World War II situation.”
Not surprisingly, the ritual as practiced in America differs from the original in Japan. There, according to the scholar, “The actual ceremony itself will be almost entirely conducted by the Buddhist priest, and the woman may or may not even be present. The heart of the ceremony there is attention to the feelings of the mizuko,” the spirit of the child. “In America, the focus shifts from Jizo and spirits to the women and men who have felt a loss.”
The primacy of the experience of the grieving parents is largely what’s depicted in the NY Times piece – the author describes looking for something “to take the edge off my grief” and likens the Jizo to pouring calamine lotion over the itch of her sadness.
But an acknowledgement of the spirit of the child is not entirely eclipsed. “I didn’t know what else to do besides mother this lump of concrete as if he could actually transfer my love to the afterlife,” the author writes. “We’ll leave pieces of our love for him wherever we go, hoping Jizo will deliver them to wherever he is.”
At the Great Vow Monastery in Clatskanie, Oregon, filled with hundreds of Jizo statues from dozens of mizuko kuyo ceremonies over the last 20 years, voice is given to the feelings of the mizuko by one participant.
A chaplain there to grieve an abortion from her high school years says, “It’s so powerful to hear 35 people’s voices raised, and to know that they were intentionally raising them to honor this life that had not come into being.”
But for the most part, what’s depicted in the NPR story, as in the Times piece, is a focus on the living. The reporter concludes:
The idea that life is suffering is one of the essential truths of Buddhism. And seeing that laid out so plainly — especially for losses that are usually so private — can actually bring people some peace. The American mizuko kuyo, at its heart, isn’t about Jizo statues or chants. It’s about compassion — for the losses we suffer, for everyone around us and for the lives all of us are living.
The grieving parents, and not-to-be-parents, of our world need and deserve compassion, absolutely. And how much better to tend to the suffering of the grief-stricken with ritual – whether private as described in the Times or collective as in the NPR story – than the Percocet the Times author was offered. But perhaps the greatest gift of this practice from Japan is the idea that it’s not, after all, just about us – that compassion is not limited to the living human world that seems, too often, to be the exclusive focus of our cultural concern.