This isn’t about an objective view of events, but that is what makes it interesting. You are both the participant and observer. It is much like dream interpretation, and your life is the dream. I’m lucky to have memories as far back as two years. Thus, my memory of those earliest days is tainted with the world view of a two-year-old. There are a few of those very early memories that may be less than factual but if I look at them the way I would a dream, I immediately recognize the meaning and even that multi-dimensional quality that dreams and myths have. As the saying goes, “a picture is worth a thousand words” and children experience life in 3D moving pictures. By the time adulthood covers our essence with socially canned experiences, it is very difficult to uncover the potential power of an experience.
“Then he said, I tell you solemnly, unless you change and become like little children you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. And so, the one who makes himself as little as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven” So said Master Jesus, (Mathew 18:3-4, Jerusalem Bible). Religion is a central character in my story. It is a teacher and deceiver, trickster and motivator. I had to go through stages of trying to believe, partial belief, fear, atheism, despair, exploration of comparative religions and several bouts of intense loathing of all religions. The process of returning to the unfiltered perception of experience changed my view of myself and the little moment of time I have as a human against the timeless state beyond my perception. Children haven’t sorted out the layers of experience that adults agree to believe in.
The next most revealing time of life is elder-hood. Now that I am an elder, I am aware that the theme of the story begins in the first act. The second act is the struggle to be in the world and accomplish whatever began in the first act. The third act is about recognizing the structure and meaning of the story. What is the theme of this appearance on planet earth for this tiny bit of time/space? Where did I succeed, where did I fail? If you call down your wiser higher self, you may be surprised to discover that what you thought was failure or success may be in the wrong order.
As a young child you came in without prejudices and expectations, and now as an elder the prejudices and expectations acquired in the second act may seem fruitless, insufficient or a proud accomplishment but still only a good beginning. Unless you achieve the status of ascended master, the story will resume. Like the seasons of the year, and the life forms of nature you may begin with power and promise, you may have a bad start but overcome adversity, or you may have a brilliant beginning and fall to a serious defeat. You may not believe that we continue to repeat the process in another body on this dimension. However, even if you are not comfortable with this view of existence, I think you can see how there are acts to our lives like the acts in a play.
My friend Marsha Pincus brought this three-act way of perceiving life into high relief for me about a year ago. She herself began a new act, went through the challenges of shedding an old identity and is experiencing the birth of a new creative vision and has become an advocate for the profound social importance of elders who courageously embrace their third act. This is a revolutionary prospect especially for women whom our culture diminishes when the outer form reveals age.
I was privileged to be subject of this first interview by Marsha Pincus in a series she intends to create about women who are finding their stride in the Third Act of life. I believe she is onto something important and overlooked in on our surface based society. I'm not used to being interviewed or filmed so find some of my comments lacking in finesse but I'm very privileged to have this beautiful, intelligent and creative friend who immediately recognized the importance of revealing the hidden jewels of a lifetime and presenting them with honor. The Third Act is of great importance to men as well, and our culture has failed to recognize and honor inner self knowledge, as a sublime achievement beyond the achievements of the so called socially productive years where we serve the outer world. The inner world is the deep well from which we drink the transforming elixir of true creativity and progress.
When I came to Taos, it was like circling back to some of the same experiences I had as a small child. However, it was higher in the spiral of life, a more refined dimension of the same issues. Now I see the move to Taos and New Mexico, land of my heart, as another progression up the spiral essence of life. However, this is a ladder that moves in two directions; up and down. Every step up changes the influence of the past as well as the present as it births the future while transcending the limited perception of our earlier life’s choices.
Marti, this is wonderful! What a beautiful description with your powerful paintings. I loved seeing them in this unfolding way. And I am interested in hearing/seeing more to come. Love you my sister.
ReplyDeleteIt almost feels overwhelming to do a project like this: how to cut & paste what is a collage of one's life. And then, when seemingly finished, it never is. A whole different spectrum of colors oozes out from the canvass, another Dorian Grey, and then you “mix your colors” again. .Maybe this is what, as you say, “trusting the process” is about. “Mixing” for me requires a different medium – language: “A word is worth a thousand pictures.”
ReplyDeleteThe “third act” is an auditorium filled with septuagenarians, it seems. And here we are. I like your description of not knowing what you're painting, and then letting it explain it back to you. We have no control, do we?. Again, “trust.” I have no idea about my own third act, thus far. I admire your clarity about yours.
You definitely are “home” in Taos. Marti. You spent a long, hard life trying to find it – and you did!! It was just waiting in suspended animation for you to arrive. So far, mine is still locked in a dreamscape, and it may just remain there – which is fine. It awaits my arrival too.
So, your journey on paper begins. I wish you well as you leave port. You mentioned Guadalupe always flanked by stars. Maybe she's your star-chart and sextant.
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