
Statistical fact: 100% of us will die. Shocking. No, ironic. We, as humans, only share two things for sure: birth and death. Everything else is up for opting out. And yet, in our culture, death is the thing no one wants to think about, discuss or believe in.
So? So, what about those of us who want to talk about it? No, HAVE to talk about it? What about those of us who NEED to talk about it? Our road may be challenging.
In January of 2000,I had already planned my funeral. I was 30 and I was going to die very soon. It was a waiting game and each night was met with the mystery of if the morning would arrive.
At this point, I was not scared. I was not tired. I was connected to my dying in a profound and beautiful way. I loved life but was also irritated by it. So much pettiness, so much suffering, so much we take for granted. I was ready to go and excited for the road ahead.
In an eleventh hour swing of...what? Fate? Luck? "Cheating Death"? Modern medicine? Call it what you will but in my eleventh hour my life was spared by my second double lung transplant and the generous hearts of those who gave to others in their greatest time of trauma and grief.
I awoke after my surgery with what can only be described as a calling. I had to share what I had learned when I stood at the edge of the abyss and let the winds from the other side blow through my hair. I had to share my struggles with illness and my love affair with dying.
Wait...what? My love affair with dying? Yes. You heard me. I needed people to know it could be beautiful, profound, exciting and joyous. I no longer feared death as I once did. I looked forward to the dying in my future.
Ha! Try saying that out loud and see how long before you land in a shrink's office. I'm not that stupid. So, I had to find a way to say what was important to me but do it in a way that wouldn't make people flee. I have been working on this goal for nearly seven years now and without finding ways to blend my intellect with creativity, I would have abandoned the pursuit long ago.
Just like W.B. Macomber, my passion for content intertwined with my passion for finding innovative ways to deliver the content. Also like Macomber, I often found this vehicle in the world of performance.
It's almost like the hand of the magician when I perform dramatic lectures or one woman shows about death and illness. I am the teacher and I know the content I hope to convey. I also know the content may be too far from the student's interest so the play becomes the shiny object they watch as I slip the coin behind their ear with the other hand. It's a rush for everyone.
The art I learned at UNCSA has served me in obvious ways. As an actress, I had a sense of how to get in front of people and hold a room. In more subtle ways, however, it has enabled me to communicate somewhat complex and certainly foreign philosophical ideas to people who, for the most part, would never volunteer to sit down for the topics we dive into.
This story is not meant to be a brag-fest about my work. It is really a celebration of what can happen when the mind and creative energy (and it is energy) combine for a common goal. This is not in any way different than Thich Nhat Hahn and Gladwell.
Thich Nhat Hahn weaves stories and poetry that sooth the soul. He makes us feel comfortable and peaceful and then he hits us with a stark or unusual truth. We think we are reading a poem about paper and clouds. When we are done we have stripped our identities and had to ask ourselves if we are so different from our "enemies"? If we are a tree, if we are an animal, if The Source is everything and we are both giving and receiving of the source than what the hell are we doing to ourselves, to our planet, to our fellow humans? A simple sweet poem? I think not. A shiny object? Certainly.
Gladwell uses the shiny object of common truth. "We all know that successful people have a talent they are born with." This is something almost everyone would agree with. Their muscles give them athletic prowess or they are smart because they have a bigger brain. We cannot compete because we are not born talented. We are lulled into a common security and then he breaks down this belief system piece by piece. At the end of Gladwell's systematic analysis, we know it is not talent that makes these people extraordinary but very hard work and intensive practice combined with being in the right place and the right time. Oops. Now we have to look at ourselves and examine our own level of passion for life and pursuits.
At the times I am using my intellect while creativity is pouring into my veins, this is when I am most alive. This is when my work becomes more than I knew it could be. This is when I find ways to use shiny objects, win over my audience and tell them about things they never knew they wanted to hear. This is when I am at my best.