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Looking at the Rings

3/18/2020

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Last night I checked in with a friend out in LA. She’s been struggling with this moment and all that it brings…last weekend she had to lay off a bunch of people and she said it really messed with her.

“I’ve been having anxiety attacks,” she texted when I asked how she was doing. Anxiety from the latin angere meaning to choke—makes me think of how we use that term to today, to choke. To try something hard and then at the last minute, to not deliver. Choking is such a visceral experience—both the physical act of choking as well as the emotional experience of not being up to the task.

I texted her back and said, “Imagine how this is awakening the trauma in all of us, all of the anxiety and fear this moment is unleashing around the globe….Huge waves of it rising up from the earth.”

“It’s everywhere.” She wrote back. “Things will never be the same again.”

For the past day or so, I’ve been thinking of humanity like an ancient tree and how when an ancient tree falls or when we, in our foolishness, cut down an ancient tree, the rings are exposed. By examining the rings, scientists can identify when momentous or cataclysmic events took place, the tree records that inside it trunk. This ring here is when the ice age hit 1500 hundreds years ago. Here is when there was a drought on the continent and so on. When scientists—or shamans or kids in school somewhere generations from now—when they look back at us, they will see this moment, the one we all are experiencing right now, wherever you are…in the rings of humanity. See that? This is when the world changed, an event that impacted everyone on the planet forever. 2020.

I started thinking about my own fear. I have spent way too much of my life in fear, more than I like to admit. I guess I’m ashamed of my fear…it has ruled so much of my life. Choices I’ve made, conditions I’ve lived with, behaviors I’ve adapted.

I’m an actor and I have suffered incredible stage fright. When performing the role of Bottom in a touring production of Midsummer Night’s Dream, I was terrified. I faced every performance with the dreaded understanding that something horrible was going to happen. I’d go up on my lines, forget my blocking. Whatever. I was terrified that I would choke.

I spent every show day in preparation. I’d go for walks, do affirmations, meditate…on one of the legs of the tour we were at Alabama Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery, Alabama. We had been put up at a motel not far from the theater, which was nice, but the real perk was that there was a Waffle House within walking distance.

Anyway, every show day, after my walk and my meditations as show time approached I would take a hot bath. Being a not very glamorous place, the tub was kind of small—one of those prefabricated, molded plastic shower/tub combos, so I’d cram my large body into the water and submerge myself as best I could. If I wanted to have my head underwater, I’d have to put my legs out, when my feet got cold, I’d have to sit up in the tub, my entire torso out of the water.

I think that’s the most afraid I’ve ever been…or it’s what I recall as the most afraid. And none of the things I was so terrified of happening ever happened. But that experience, that terror changed me forever, it made me put my acting career aside. But it also birthed something new and wonderful—I met Bobby when he came to see his niece perform in that show and then he and I started The Secret City a year later.

It’s funny, with some distance, sitting here now in my office on a beautiful pre spring morning with the sun shining, preparing to see all of you here now, I see how inconsequential my fears have been, how small, especially compared to other people’s fears.

But our fears aren’t comparable—when you’re feeling afraid, it doesn’t help to think, well, I’m not as afraid as that guy, he’s really afraid, or that one, she really has something to be scared of…

In Bessel Van Der Kolk’s book, The Body Keeps the Score, Traumatized people feel unsafe inside their bodies: Their bodies are constantly bombarded by visceral warning signs, and, in an attempt to control these processes, they often become expert at ignoring their gut feelings and in numbing awareness…They learn to hide from their selves." “Mindfulness not only makes it possible to survey our internal landscape with compassion and curiosity but can also actively steer us in the right direction for self-care.” He also wrote that: “Imagination is absolutely critical to the quality of our lives.”

Tell people what’s going on with you, write about it, look at it, accept what you’re feeling and then maybe even imagine it changing into something else.

Thinking of the tree metaphor again, I’d like to hope that, centuries from now, when whoever might be examining this moment in our shared history, they might look at the rings of this moment and say, “see here, this is where they became more compassionate, this is when they stopped being so at war with themselves and each other and the planet, this is when they really began to heal.”
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Mara Levarre
3/19/2020 08:39:39 am

Thank you! I love reading and hearing your thoughts and memories. There is always a moment of laughter or a smile and at the same time tears and emotion to make me feel alive and think “ YES!! THIS!!” Stay healthy..we are connected!!

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