This is sometimes stated as a relationship status on social media. Aren’t all relationships complicated? Seen in Kona, Hawai’i in January, this flower looks like something Dr. Seuss might have imagined. Its colors and protrusions defy conformity.
I walk around my house or go on my favorite walk with characters accompanying me. Just when their lives seem to be going smoothly, disaster pulls up at the stop sign. This isn’t a pessimistic view of life. Stories help us process challenges. Even children’s stories throw in a tragedy or two. Remember when Bambi’s mother was killed by a hunter and Mufasa, the Lion King, was killed by his evil brother? Sounds downright Shakespearean, doesn’t it? Little Bambi and little Simba experienced tragedy at a tender age. How many of us get through our adolescence and young adulthood unscathed? Perhaps these stories prepare us for the ups and downs of life.
I used to have a tee shirt my father gave me that said “Nothing Bad Happens to a Writer: It’s all Material”. I wore that shirt out. My father read me poetry at a young age. To be read to as a child is the great gift. Sadly, many children live in households without books and that is another kind of poverty. Developing imagination is not a luxury. In the harshness of today’s world, creative solutions are necessary. If we can imagine a different outcome, we can work toward making it happen. We all need to be visionaries to change the trajectory of our lives and the lives of others.
I love poetry and turn to it when I need inspiration and comfort. It helps me to see what it is possible to do with language. Poetry transforms words into vast landscapes. It memorializes our most human qualities. Stories are another kind of comfort. We turn to them to explain what we cannot articulate.
Life in the modern world is complicated. There are wars, shootings, people living in poverty, and daily tragedies around the globe. There are also gifted musicians, writers, artists, actors, and dancers who help us transcend the news cycle. They dignify our world. It is the charge of any artist not to look away but to somehow translate tragedy so it becomes art. They do not provide answers but art may provoke questions and engagement, those tentative steps toward change.
I return to the complications I create for my characters understanding that I have a sacred obligation to move them along in their evolution. Looking away is not an option. It’s complicated to be alive but life offers mountain paths and sandy trails. It offers the bleeding red and orange of a sunset and the mushroom gray of dawn. We can look out windows, let a snowflake melt in our hand, and help a neighbor unload groceries. We can register to vote, volunteer at a soup kitchen, drive someone to a medical appointment. Nature and relationships are complicated but humans are resilient and nature regenerates.