Friday, February 16, 2018

HEALTHY ATTITUDES (SELF-MARKETING )

Charlotte Day(www.calmmoment.com)

Question:   Is self-promotion a healthy way to cope with sadness?

First sadness.  I mean the kind of sadness that can become despair. The kind a parent might feel about their child who spends more time in the hospital than out.  Or a young person might feel who won't live to raise their child. Grief that comes by bayonet.    

Perhaps we cannot each think of those kind of sadnesses, but it is more likely that we can.  This week we have the horror of the shooting at the school in Florida.  Our flags again are at half-mast. 

Now coping.  Coping is accepting care from friends and family and even strangers.  What happens in hospital waiting rooms in the dark when strangers under blankets share their reasons for spending the night.  What happens when family comes every weekend, then begins to take time off work, and finally moves in.

What happens when friends bring food and offer rides and lie in bed with you to talk when you can't get up.  What happens when your father dies and you hold his dead hand and call your brother and he says a prayer over the phone for the three of you. 

Coping can also be something creative.  Carly Simon (b. 1945) wrote a song after her mother died:  "I'll wait for you no more like a daughter.  That part of our life together is over.  But I will wait for you forever like a river."  It's beautiful. I remember my mother when I play it.  

John Crowe Ransom (1888-1974) wrote an elegy when his friend's daughter died, "Bells for John Whiteside's Daughter."
Joan Dideon (b. 1934) wrote The Year of Magical Thinking (2005) after her husband died and Blue Nights (2011) after the death of their daughter. 

All these creative endeavors are coping strategies.  We set up scholarships, begin foundations, plant memorial gardens, donate "in memory of," and find ways to incorporate our grief into a life that is still well-lived.  If we are the one facing death we do the same.  As a medical malpractice attorney I have seen this many times.  A young mother writes a diary for the son she won't raise, or secretes away years' worth of gifts for him.  

What has this to do with self-promotion?  Usually nothing. Usually our consolations do not involve promoting ourselves.  Until recently I had not seen marketing one's self in circumstances where we might not expect it. Now I have.  Quote: "Because I am sick I know the ten things sick people want to hear and the ten things they don't want to hear.  Buy my book to read more." Or, "Share my book on your web site for a chance to receive an autographed copy."  Followed by, "If you missed my interview--ah, what an opportunity--here is the link."  

When we face difficulties we must choose our way.  I knew the wife of a dying man who decided he would wear only cashmere.  Cashmere robes, blankets, sweaters, even pajamas.  He found comfort in these soft, expensive things.  His wife worried because they were too poor for luxuries. She wished he would find consolation in her and the children.

If one's health is tenuous, a success in another area of life may be of great comfort.  Everyone loves my song, or book, or painting, (or blog) may translate into everyone loves me.  Perhaps a solace when the flip side is uncertainty or what is worse: certainty.  

But still I wonder whether marketing one's personal struggles for commercial success or a modicum of fame is the healthiest consolation.  Not the writing itself, which is known to bring peace and clarity, but the marketing.  Could that be the antithesis of healthy?  Does wrapping the story in spirituality make it better or worse? 

I don't have the answer.  But I do have the question. 




Friday, February 9, 2018

THANKS, ROBERT FROST




Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,
mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems 
we could so easily have been, or ought. . . 
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks.  Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.  
by David Ray (b. 1932)


On August 19, 2017 I posted "We Can Never Change the Past; It Changes Us."  But I'm also going to trust Frost as much as I am able.  This is too hopeful not to embrace.  Part of the dimming of hurts.  So important. 

 

Sunday, February 4, 2018

FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR LIFE FOR VALENTINE'S

Yesterday I saw a simple sign in a vintage shop with these words: 
 Fall in Love with Your Life
It was lettered in beautiful calligraphy on a piece of white-painted wood.  A plaque to hang  somewhere as an invitation I thought, a Valentine's day invitation, kind of like, "Be your Own Valentine" in a very un-lonely happy way.  

There is so much to love about our life, I bet you love yours already.  I love mine. Of course, there are things I wish hadn't happened, and things I wish I could change.  I have to admit that.  But not my whole life itself; not my life for someone else's, someone else's history, thoughts, being.  No. Never. So I'm thinking for Valentine's Day 2018 it's time to fall in love with our life all over again.  

💗💗💗💗💗

What might this entail? Well, of course it could include falling in love again with the people we depend upon and letting them know.  Valentine's is perfect for that.  Making someone a special cake, or giving flowers, or knit socks or a hat. There are as many ways to show appreciation as there are creative people.  I found a tiny train for my granddaughter for her dollhouse.  Theatre tickets for my husband and me.  I owe my cousin a special phone call.  

But falling in love with our life also means loving our homes, our pets, our hobbies, the objects around our house that help define us.  Our talismans.  I love my house when it's clean.  Here is a very clean room: 


I also--sometimes--even love cleaning my house, attacking dust curls with the Swiffer and then relaxing. 

Time-out after Cleaning
I love my dog, Mr. very sweet Wiggles.  Here he is luxuriating on a blanket.  


But to love our lives properly we also have to love our comfort zones, our ways of doing things, our ways of coping and ourselves.  We have to love not only people, but also the things that tell the stories about who we are.  This might be our first painting, a childhood toy or doll, a photograph of a sad or a happy time, something our mother gave us (I have Nina Naomi's wicker dresser, some of her quilts and antique plates, her jewelry. . . .), something only we would know has meaning.  We have to appreciate our skills and our knowledge, how well we do at work, how good a family member, spouse or partner, parent or grandparent we are.

What else can we love about our lives?  We might love our opportunities to pray, think or meditate. 

Otje van der Lelij, Dutch Illustrator

Many of us love being alone, especially with nature or art.  Dutch philosopher Mieke Boon says that nature and art can give us a feeling of transcendence, can make us feel like we are rising above our daily troubles. We gain insight into how we think, feel and observe.  If we are in touch with nature and art we can love that about our life.  

First Orchid of the Year, Banyan Rd., Vero Beach, Florida
We can love that we are able to find things that are absorbing enough, interesting enough, or exciting enough to hold our full attention.  We can love and appreciate the ways we have learned to cope with fear, sadness, anger, stress and pain. We can love that about ourselves.   

So, my Valentine's wish for myself and everyone is to just to love our lives--all the good things, all the hard things, all the beautiful things, all the mismatched and shapeless things, all the transcendent things, all the people who give us what we need and even the people who don't. Let's have a wonderful February 14, 2018!  With love, Nina Naomi