I just watched Eve Ensler's powerful new 12-minute video on TED. I immediately wanted to reach out to all the women in my life. And to all the men who love but are confused by the women in their lives. Please don’t miss Suddenly, my body. Watch it with a friend. Watch it right now. Watch it tonight with a glass of wine or in the morning with a cup of tea. Watch it with your mother, or your daughter, or your husband, or your son. Watch it with your journal in one hand and a fistful of earth in the other.
Eve's story reminds us of our deep kinship with nature, of the emotional link between the bodies of women and the body we call Earth. If her story reminds you of your story, seek out a healing moment in a place of intrinsic beauty--a moment as perfect as a flitting butterfly poised on a wild flower. Let nature pollitnate you. Let it feed your art. If you must choose between reading the rest of this post, or watching the video, please watch the video.
Sometimes on the river women talk about how we have gathered at the water’s edge for thousands of years, and so we feel at home there. Sometimes, during the horse retreats in Wyoming, we talk about how we are fooled by the strength and grace of horses until we see them bolt and run. We are reminded then that horses are prey animals and suddenly we understand their desire to flee because we understand our own desire to flee, even in the face of our human predatory nature.
We understand strength and aggression even as we understand what it is to be powerless. We understand that we are emotional creatures before we are cerebral creatures, extensions of the earth as aware of our own internal turbulence, as of the external storms which ravish our paved shorelines and plowed fields and thatched huts. Our emotions are rooted to the earth and for many of us, this truth informs our stories, our poems, our art. But for some of us, like Eve Ensler, our bodies--these rooted appendages of the earth--have become something alien and separate, apart from who we understand ourselves to be.
For many of us, to stay connected to our own flesh and blood, to our own emotions, is too painful. And so we disembody ourselves. We hold our emotions at arms length. We separate ourselves from the earth because we recognize her wounds as our wounds. We forget that when we walk on the earth, our footsteps are no different to the earth than are the cloven steps of a deer, or the fingerprint patterns of a crane.
Suddenly, my body, Eve Ensler’s impassioned new video on Ted.com, is difficult to watch. It is important to watch. It is about our relationship to ourselves and to the earth. If you get angry or filled with angst when you watch it, use these emotions to fuel your creative work. Embrace the earth as you would a lover, then ask her forgiveness and write what really matters.
Write what will change the earth.
NOTE: About Eve Ensler: The author of The Vagina Monologues, I first heard her speak in 2002 at a V-day fundraiser for the Cangleska Center for Women on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation near Rapid City, South Dakota. This week, August 9-11, 2011, Native women are gathered at Mystic Lake, Minnesota, for the 10th Annual Women Are Sacred Conference. PHOTO CREDITS: Thank you to Pat Jurgens for the horse photo, and to John Gritts for the wild flower and field photo. If you watched the video, I hope you will share your thoughts by leaving a comment.
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