On Witnessing Genius - A Love Letter
Growing up in the creative family who loved the arts, I was exposed at a young age to the concept of "genius" as being something that could be visited upon us. I grew up in a state of awe that has never left me. I can feel it anywhere, when looking at a snow covered pine through frozen eyelashes, or watching a glass blower at work, or being moved by a symphony. There can be, also, strings attached to witnessing genius at certain points along the way. Strings that pull our heads over to a mirror to see if we resemble the genius that we see. If we do not, ah, suffering! These strings arrive perniciously, and they need to be absolutely snipped. I've figured out how, but it's going to take a lot more practice...
I went to Interlochen Arts Academy for my last year of high school, and it was really very challenging. There, I learned that I didn't know much about anything, but I was challenged and I learned a lot about poetry. I was also exposed to kids who had practiced their arts for their whole lives. I'll never forget being invited to a practice room to sit with a friend while she practiced her violin for hours, stopping only for pizza. If we look up the roots of the word "genius" in a dictionary , we will find the wonderful Latin word to mean "attendant spirit." Genius, therefore, is the brilliance that seems to accompany people along golden paths of accomplishment and glory. Maybe it's the gleam of light that we perceive after burnishing an idea with passion and determination mixed that lead us to a point further along a path we embarked upon by choice.
What are the natures of our own paths? When we see someone doing something incredible - on youtube, facebook, in person within our fields of interest - that we cannot do, and may never be able to do, for any reason - how does it make us feel? I have a couple of great friends who are going through break ups right now, one of whom is so over social media generally. And I can see why.
Human accomplishments can be so inspiring, and/or discouraging, based on how we see them. They are slivers of light, flashes of brilliance that can belie more and also less than what they are, especially when we get tangled up in strings of attachment to being other than what we are. When I first went into massage, my friend Jian advised me to understand that if I were successful, others would go into massage, too, believing that they, too could do it. I felt indignant. "Wait a minute," I thought but did not say. "You're saying that if Lara can do it, anyone can do it?" I didn't like the sound of that. Gentle eyes, folks. That's where I was at in my practice at the time. I still struggle with self critical moments like this sometimes, but I do try much harder to be loving. Now that it has actually come to pass that someone has gotten into my field because, once I was nearly three years in, they saw that it had become sustainable for me, I now see what my friend Jian meant. We find our areas of expertise, and we can inspire from there. And there's always enough abundance in the universe to go around (the consciousness of scarcity is what creates greed, fear and the need to control, after all). And I believe that we ought to move towards that which fascinates us and turns us on. Even if we never experience "genius," we'll still likely experience something special and unique, and it will change us for the better.
What of those fields of interest that we just wish to do, without knowing if we will ever taste a sense of excellence in them? What is the fascination with excellence, beyond being a motivator? Yoga headstands are very fun looking, yes. Being upside down is playful and brave. So is sharing a vulnerability and living through it. For those of us who battle severe physical and/or mental illness, just getting out of bed in the morning is laudable. Paying the bills on time is heroic, but so is being able to be still for just five minutes, or one, or training to run a 5K, or one, or growing the ability to not only exhibit but deeply feel constant love and compassion for people who seem to be endlessly employed in hurting us (while taking any and all necessary measures to prevent them from it). Or some. (2018, lovelies. We've got this, in theory, but in reality we have to get it on purpose - call your congress people and tell them what you need).
We can seek out additional challenges for the benefits they bring, too. Playing an instrument or writing a book and being able to cultivate both the time and the drive to practice/write - not to mention a passel of other potential blessings, both structural and financial, these are very profound kinds of blessings too.
In my Universe, most people seem to be able to find their gratitude, even in the midst of tragedy. We genuinely seem to know that we have lots of blessings. I know I do. Blessings didn't always seem to outnumber tragedies, but they were enough in the end (insert due and sincere acknowledgement of incredibly and undeniably white privilege here). Still, you couldn't pay me with money or youth to go back and learn that (expletive) all over again. I think I must have opted to endure near unendurable obstacles for a time just to burn off my karma, ASAP. And now, I have enough mileage in me so I can help those who are going through or have been through things I've experienced, those who allow me to support them (a highest honor).
I also get to take guitar lessons, and I have time to practice. Life is good. However, some people have been playing since they were eight, fifteen, and five. Not thirty-eight, as I was when I started a year ago.
Today, I witnessed a video by the lovely Gohar Vardanyan. In it, she plays a ten minute piece by one of my favorite composers for the classical guitar. Her genius is clear, and shows in her focus. She has this very long piece memorized, and she plays it with beautiful expression. She's better than perfect. She's sincere and fueled by an obvious passion. It's absolutely delicious and it's totally out of my reach (unless someone finds me a practice room and leaves me there for ten years, feeds me catered vegan meals every day, never lets me do anything else, and also can keep me from exacting my revenge, despite the catered vegan meals (fat chance)).
Ms. Vardanyan is amazing. If you would like to see her in this very long piece by Fernando Sor, click here.
Sometimes it's hard for me not to dearly wish to be able to do that which I see is possible - at least by someone - to be experienced. What keeps me going is my desire for desires. I want, ultimately, only to feel, to understand through feeling. And that I can do at any stage of a journey.
There is no goal but the practice, and the present practice is all that we ever have. And that's how I cut the strings of attachment to being better than I am. It's a good practice. For me, it's not a simple one.
I hope everyone has/had a lovely winter hibernating and growing and learning too. In Michigan there isn't really much else to do. It was zero degrees out there this morning! My husband and I will be going cross country skiing again this weekend. It's going to be good, healthy fun, and my eyelashes will probably freeze together again. "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is society where none intrude..." - Lord Byron
Lots of love. Lara
P.S. Full disclosure: even though my cat died over the holiday and it was a hospice situation at home and I truly had too much to do (over a month long break in lessons) to practice my guitar until this week, I'm still going to go to my guitar lesson tonight. Grateful that I practiced ahead a long time ago, and hopeful that it was enough so that I don't get fired as a student.
P.P.S. My guitar teacher is a really great teacher. I see him every two weeks, generally, and I can vouch that he's not creepy (oh so important factor, that), and he is an amazing guitarist, and most importantly to me, he's a truly fine teacher who can meet me where I'm at. Highly, highly recommend him as as guitar teacher. And highly recommend, also, this album. Peace.