Stories, Perspectives and Systems

In 2018,  the film,  The Shape of Water won the Oscar for best picture.  For me, it was an intense film.  It began innocuously enough, taking place in the 1950’s.  A woman and her gay neighbor are living over a theater.  She and another friend are cleaning ladies at a large government experimental facility.  The military has captured an alien creature held under high security.  The story unfolds from there, weaving in other stories creating a larger picture.  The various perspectives are told through a sundry of character lenses–very effective storytelling.  

WIthin the structure of the film, there were the “system” stories being told, i.e., the scientific system with its particular agenda, the military machine which includes its “Five Star Generals,” the systems of class, gender and more that I haven’t named.  Operating within a system, say the military, there is a whole set of values–being a good soldier or civilian ‘soldier’ entails following orders,  climbing the ranks, career achievements, showing one’s loyalty to the system, total devotion. This system has no tolerance of “failures.”  Failing a mission, you are disposable.

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Seeing this film, brought to mind how we each have a personal
story.  Using our particular filters, we project our views onto the world.  These stories continue to propel our lives.  It is hard to step out of one’s own story to consider that what we have formulated as “the way that things are” is only our own individual story.  Likely, the one that was handed down to us at birth and which we named “true.”  We often bind ourselves to a story bouquet based on the fears, dreams, desires, flaws, etc. of our parents and ancestors.  It is seemingly impossible to unravel and find a clean thread that is entirely yours.  That’s probably not the goal anyway.  What then?

It is difficult to see outside of a system (boxes)  that we create as humans.  There are layers of complexity in what we inherit and how we integrate (or don’t integrate) our experiences.  I wonder if we stay in the same few boxes over the course of our lives or do we trade boxes?  Aren’t we all bound by something?

Perhaps, over the course of our lives, we have experiences that take us out of those boxes.  Do you?  I have had such experiences on rare occasions.

What once upon a time are you and I living?

Expressive.2019

Perspectives

Continuing with the Questionnaire

What has remained the most
consistent?

My reply:  It takes a long time for a culture to undo historical “wrongs” and shift old beliefs.  Often, it seems that women aren’t taken very seriously to this day.  For a woman to enter the political arena, she often takes on the attitudes and attributes of the predominant male paradigm.  It is hard to consider that this woman represents feminine values if she conforms herself to what is in place within this hierarchy.

However, Ruth Bader Ginsburg comes to mind as someone who embodies woman and women’s rights while working in a predominantly male environment.

One of our modern day heroines.

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To change the world, feminine values and concerns have to be appreciated and seen as valuable for the whole of humanity and the planet.  While values of conquest, overpower, reckless use of resources, disrespect for other cultures and classes predominate, real change seems elusive.  Until our laws reflect more of what have been termed feminine values, things are proceeding in a direction that doesn’t serve anyone ultimately.

Dear Followers of Wakeupprincess.com

I’m taking a break from the blog for now.  With the loss of my friend Richard followed by the loss of my sister, Kathy, I’m feeling the grief.  So for now, time out.  Best wishes to each and every one of you.  Thank you for being in the circle of wakeupprincess.com.

If you haven’t had a chance to do the writing prompts offered with each blog post, why not give some of them a try now!

Sincerely,

Christine

Does this poem have relevance for you?

The images in this poem remind me of a surrealistic painting.
Of Mere Being
by Wallace Stevens
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze distance.
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

Writing Prompt:
This is one of those poems that people read over and over trying to capture the relevance of it to their own lives.  Have you found something that is meaningful to you in these few verses?  Appreciating the imagery could be enough.

Entering the Wilderness with Vivaldi!

Today, rainy and wet outdoors, I decide “It’s a good painting day.”

Many an art instructor suggests that you “paint to music.”  I rev up Spotify to see what is on my playlist.  Ah, Antonio Vivaldi.  I wonder what inspired him?  Brushes and paints in the ready.  Take me away, Antonio!  Immediately I’m immersed in an intense and manic Vivaldi. I go manic on the canvas.  Then, abruptly, the music shifts to lyrical and light.  WHAT!

Do I stay with the manic?  Or do I transition into lyrical as I’m painting?  Or, do I turn the music off completely?  Guess what?  I, that means you too, can do whatever I (or you) want.  I can stay with Vivaldi on speed or adapt to lyrical…or shut the music off entirely.  Vivaldi’s Storm, at least, got this painting off the ground! Right?

 

Painting or Writing Prompt:
What does this music inspire in you?  Take three minutes and listen to this piece with pen and paper nearby.  Afterwards, take your journal and write away!  Let your writing be in direct response to where Vivaldi’s music takes you.  Or grab your paints, a large brush and a piece of 140# weight watercolor paper–a large sheet is the most fun–play Vivaldi’s Storm as you play on the substrate.