I have just watched Alan Yentob interviewing Doris Lessing. She seems to be an amazing writer, she has won the Nobel Prize for Literature and almost every other award going. She is critically acclaimed in other words. The worst part is that she is one of those whose writing I have never read. Many of the quotes from her novels I have heard and remembered just because they made sense somehow. It is rare to be so inspired by a person that the response is to feel it is futile trying to be impressive or approved of. Since in many ways this has been my life's work it has shaken me. It is odd being someone who seeks to please and impress, we are locked into our own demise, our desperation to be loved, liked, approved of etc leaves us immobile or trapped into uncomfortable spaces draining our creative impulse, the very impulse which impresses and inspires in the first place.
She was so inspiring and I really identified with her. I feel that imperative to write all over again as part of who I am. At the same time, seeing a woman who was published as a young adult reaching around 80 and recieving a Nobel Prize for literature leaves me breathless with panic that it is already too late to write everything that I want to get out. She had about 60 years, I'm 36 already. Not helpful thoughts if they stifle but helpful motivation. What is great about this woman is that she didn't write to please, doesn't apologise for doing and being what and who she was at any given time. Being as old as she is hasn't meant saying 'if', in that she says 'yes, I did and said that', and I was wrong or it was unforgivable or I know longer believe what I once did'. But she doesn't die with embarrasment or shame.
I do. When I read past writings I can't reconcile myself to the differences between the reader and the writer. I often used to destroy my past writings as though I were trying to re-write myself. Doris Lessing was entirely herself. It was what I admired about my Mum. I do not think that I always am. To be entirely ourselves sometimes means being displeasing to others. Invariably and perhaps unavoidably by being entirely ourselves we become problematic. I cannot be me with you in the same room without having to share space and air. I can't stop breathing so that you have all the air you desire.
I am saying that inspiring people for me are people for whom being themselves continues. They are not people who continue unchanged and unchallenged in their behaviour and way of life. They are people who are true to their character and essence and in so being give and enrich life. They respond and behave in ways which are 'of them'. They are certainly not regardless of their capacity to harm and do not evade their responsibility to others or the care of others. They are people who bring what they bring, nothing more or less with which to persuade you to applaud. The people who really inspire are the ones who are able to do this and by so doing inspire, affect, touch and engage other lives. They are people whose decision to be who and what they are without apology brings out the same ability in others. They are people for whom doing this and being unique brings a kind of reconciliation for themselves and for those around them. The flip side to this is that for every person who says 'this is who I am', there is another who says 'I can't help it if this is who I am'. For those people 'being myself' can become an excuse to behave badly. They are not the same thing but they are certainly two sides of the same coin. I think the key difference is that people who inspire good things in people are people who are aware of their human capacity to harm, to cause harm and to create evil. Perhaps people who inspire bad things or use their 'intrinsic character as an exuse are not fully aware of their capacity to injure or more specifically, what it means to injure another. They may be aware that being themselves might involve doing bad things, they may be unaware of what this means for other.
To be inspiring people need to have an ability to be entirely, unapologetically, unavoidably 'as they are'. But this must be coupled with a decision to retain an insight into what this means for others. Really inspiring people know what capacity there is within them as a unique individual to use their being uniquely for harm or for good.
So, Doris managed to get me writing this at least. My little half an hour once a week shown to five people total, who I know won't be cruel or ridicule me. It is better than nothing and it is, after all, true to my need to start somewhere which won't overwhelm me.
Doris Lessing avoided being labelled. I like people like that. I try to avoid it too, but I don't think we ever escape. If we don't label ourselves, others will. Maybe it is better to choose your own.
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
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This photo was taken by my husband Graham on Iona. It is important here because it represents the way in which my Mum's death and funeral offered me healing. It marks a point at which I have decided, as she did, to be fully myself and live every moment given to me as fruitfully as I can. As part of this I wanted to start a 'new thing' and start allowing people to see more of my writing and therefore live my life more openly.
This blog is a response to the insights so many shared at Mum's funeral. I discovered there that my Mum was so much more than simply my Mum. She was never a saint, had many flaws, she could be frustrating and difficult like me. But I realise that these things were tiny when balanced next to her capacity for living and for giving. What emerged from her funeral was an image of a woman whose appetite for life and for quality of life was remarkable. She was entirely herself with everyone, whatever the cost. She gave all that she had to the people she loved, she fed us, nurtured us and showed us that every detail of every day was a blessing.
I am giving you my writing as part of the fruits of my life and person in honour of her memory and continued presence in my life. It is a risk I am now willing to take. She has given me the courage to live my life boldly.
When my Mum was dying I went to the Cathedral and imagined her saying goodbye at the side of an expanse of water. In my imagination there was a boat waiting for her to depart. In my mind I urged her to get in her boat, turn her back on us all, never look back and hope for the light on the other side of the water.
The boat story of Jesus telling terrified disciples not to be afraid in the storm and calming the waves has always been comfort to me in the storms of my life. There are so many ways of looking at the symbolic meaning of a boat.
For me this photo speaks to me about a song called 'Lord you have come to the lakeside' and in it there is a line. 'Now my boat's left on the shoreline behind me; by your side, I will seek other seas.' It is a line which kept coming to me as a friend of mine sat at her Aunt's bedside in her final hours. I sang it for her and her partner as they said their goodbyes as a prayer for them, because I knew how much they liked it. I think it began to speak to me too. When I urged my Mum to the other shore it seemed that her boat was only her own and no one could be in it with her. In her death I do feel called to 'seek other seas' as a new beginning with which to honour her departing.
This blog is a response to the insights so many shared at Mum's funeral. I discovered there that my Mum was so much more than simply my Mum. She was never a saint, had many flaws, she could be frustrating and difficult like me. But I realise that these things were tiny when balanced next to her capacity for living and for giving. What emerged from her funeral was an image of a woman whose appetite for life and for quality of life was remarkable. She was entirely herself with everyone, whatever the cost. She gave all that she had to the people she loved, she fed us, nurtured us and showed us that every detail of every day was a blessing.
I am giving you my writing as part of the fruits of my life and person in honour of her memory and continued presence in my life. It is a risk I am now willing to take. She has given me the courage to live my life boldly.
When my Mum was dying I went to the Cathedral and imagined her saying goodbye at the side of an expanse of water. In my imagination there was a boat waiting for her to depart. In my mind I urged her to get in her boat, turn her back on us all, never look back and hope for the light on the other side of the water.
The boat story of Jesus telling terrified disciples not to be afraid in the storm and calming the waves has always been comfort to me in the storms of my life. There are so many ways of looking at the symbolic meaning of a boat.
For me this photo speaks to me about a song called 'Lord you have come to the lakeside' and in it there is a line. 'Now my boat's left on the shoreline behind me; by your side, I will seek other seas.' It is a line which kept coming to me as a friend of mine sat at her Aunt's bedside in her final hours. I sang it for her and her partner as they said their goodbyes as a prayer for them, because I knew how much they liked it. I think it began to speak to me too. When I urged my Mum to the other shore it seemed that her boat was only her own and no one could be in it with her. In her death I do feel called to 'seek other seas' as a new beginning with which to honour her departing.
Books I'm reading & books I've just read
- The New Black; Mourning and Melancholia by Daniel Leader
- The Time Travellers Wife
- Retribution by Maureen Duffy
- The Summer Book by Tove Janson
- Voice Over by Celine Curiol
- Perfume by Patrick Siskund
- Loads of Alan Bennett's writings
- Writing Home by Alan Bennett
- A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian
- Salmon Fishing in The Yemen
- Engelby, Sebastian Faulks
- The Lolipop Shoes; Joanne Harris
- The Prospect of Heaven: Musings of an Enquiring Believer, Frederick Levison
- The Courage to Connect; Becoming all we Can Be, Rosemary Lain-Priestley
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About my Writing
My writing tends towards the poetic, it has also been described as filmic. It is intensely personal and seeped in Christian imagery and thinking. I think it is spiritual writing in that it is rooted in the belief that there is a God and that God is very real to us in this time and place on earth. I write because it is something I am unable to live without. I write because it is healing and therapeutic. I write out of instinct and because I am by nature 'a writer'. I write for myself and for others that I know and love. I write for specific occasions and for purposes as well as for its own sake. Writing is a pleasure for me.
I write sporadicallly and as the mood takes me, it is not a disciplined exercise but something which emerges from my soul when it needs to be created. I have been astonished to find that people around me need my writing. They ask for what I have written and they ask for more. This blog is an attempt to meet that demand, not because I feel pressured to do so, but because God has given me a gift and it is begging to be used. People are asking me to us this gift fruitfully.
I think my writing is healing in its nature, it is soulful and intimate, it reaches places within us which we do not understand and it sometimes moves people to tears. It doesn't seem that writing like this is a productive or lucrative affair. It is not a 'niche market', it is not designed for profit or thought through in any sense. This approach would disable it.
I write sporadicallly and as the mood takes me, it is not a disciplined exercise but something which emerges from my soul when it needs to be created. I have been astonished to find that people around me need my writing. They ask for what I have written and they ask for more. This blog is an attempt to meet that demand, not because I feel pressured to do so, but because God has given me a gift and it is begging to be used. People are asking me to us this gift fruitfully.
I think my writing is healing in its nature, it is soulful and intimate, it reaches places within us which we do not understand and it sometimes moves people to tears. It doesn't seem that writing like this is a productive or lucrative affair. It is not a 'niche market', it is not designed for profit or thought through in any sense. This approach would disable it.
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