Not (Quite) Drowning, Thank You for Waving Back. . .

Title’s a reference to Stevie Smith’s poem, “Not Waving but Drowning”, in case you don’t know it. . . .

 Late posting this week — I tripped over something that sent me into a puddle of tears and not wanting to do anything much more than lie on the bed hugging a pillow. Not sure what went into the triggering mix (fatigue, someone’s cancer, a throwaway remark that hurt, a hip/knee combo that’s interfering with fitness routine, another throwaway remark, fatigue — again, yes, those sleep-disturbed nights!,an overly critical assessment of some creative attempt or other, being too far from my women friends), but it took me down for a couple of days.

I trusted my instincts yesterday morning, and followed the first energy-driven impulse I’d had in many, many hours . . . to snap a photo and post on IG. Paul/Pater had got me to move out to the terrace. I’d been not so much resistant as dead weight, but he’d persisted, and there was sun and light breeze and so much green and a variety of sounds and considerable bird movement (our fountain is a big hit!). . . and I posted this. . .

 I get that many will see this as a questionable move. I’m not going to make a litany of the possible questions, nor try to parse them.

Instead, I will only say that it felt a less vulnerable way of reaching out (left me more in control, somehow, and whether illusion or not, I felt less revealed in my neediness) than calling friends or family.  I realize there are gradations of sadness and depression and then despair, and that at a certain point more immediate, physical connection would be appropriate, but I had a watchful, concerned husband at hand, and the flickering of that impulse, some emotional energy finally, signalled a possible route out of the deep well.

 Perhaps the act of will that made the IG post was the first hint of a biochemical wave already washing me back to shore. But I know it helped to have so many thoughtful commenters swimming alongside. Thank you. (And I do, I do realize I’ve switched metaphors, and I’m sorry, but in the experience, there are simply images that stick, and they don’t always follow the rules)

 I don’t like posting about my moods much more than I like experiencing them. But I’m no good at ignoring elephants, nor can I change gears too quickly. So that’s where we’re at this Wednesday. Changing gears slowly . . .

Had a whole other nattering-on paragraph here, which I’ve just deleted.

Let me tell you instead that I took these photographs while out for a walk on the weekend — and then I wasn’t sure why, wasn’t sure who I wanted to show them to, wasn’t sure the Instagram accounts of the world don’t already offer enough photographs of beauty. If I’d been more organized, I might have already deleted them.

 But somehow this morning, they struck me as a tangible reminder of something my husband tells me, of  something that Kristin commented on this post, that the flip side of the sensitivity that can lower our moods so drastically is often what “brings us to the edge of artistry, to the edge of compassion, down a path of extreme self-awareness.” 

This morning,  these photos remind me that I might be someone who gets felled, occasionally, by a biochemical quirk, but I’m also someone who can scarcely walk down the block without seeing something moving or beautiful that I want to share. Tradeoffs, right?

 We have a Six and a Four coming to hang out today while their Mom fits in some birthday celebrations. So I’d better get ready. . .

But first, let me tell you that the theme here, in these photos of magnolias and roses, is that stage after blooming. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I love the blossoms. But aren’t those rose hips stunning? And the shapes and colours and textures of the blossoms as they age and decay? (You know Bobbie Burgers’amazing paintings? — magnificently oversized, brilliant, sensual meditations on the latter stages of a bloom.) And the creamy, waxen sculpture of a magnolia bloom is undeniably wonderful — but so is the tanned-leather of the flower as it ages and dries out while preparing for the amazing surprise of its transformation into that shaving-brush of a seedhead. . .

 And with that, I thank you for reading, and I thank you, in anticipation of your comments, for your compassion and your thoughtfulness and your patience and your company.

And I hope that anyone who might be dragged under today will find somewhere in this post a hand reaching to pull you out, or at least to keep your head above the water until you find your strength again.

xo,

f

19 Comments

  1. K.Line
    10 July 2019 / 4:32 pm

    Frances – I'm so happy that my words had even a small impact (because for me words are often as close to everything as it gets). I've had to confront how I want to express the depth of my own personal challenges. It's not easy!! I feel I'm constantly navigating the scope of my own need to communicate with that of wanting to be strong, to seem strong. At this time, my perspective is that we are strongest when we are honest (however that honesty finds us and however it takes us forward). When you share your challenges, it gives me an opportunity to care for you – and to realize that others likely feel the same about me. Thank you, is what I mean. I am so grateful for your communication. xo

  2. Adele
    10 July 2019 / 5:06 pm

    Waving to you from here in CT!! And sending many hugs.

    Sometimes the best thing we can do is lean into it.. and how wonderful that you have someone so close on whom you can lean, and who will help you get settled in the fresh air and sunshine. The moments after the bloom are always the loveliest, imho.

  3. Madame Là-bas
    10 July 2019 / 5:08 pm

    I'm glad that you are feeling a little better. Trying to discern the cause or the remedy is pointless but if there is a little biochemical
    change, that's positive. I've been trying to write a post to explain (justify) blogging probably to my mother (who shares a voice with my self critic) and why anyone would care about people that they don't know or haven't met. We are connected by our words and our feelings that we share. Depression is not something that can be easily dismissed with platitudes but caring words may (or may not) have an effect. Or perhaps your words about your darkness may help someone else who suffers. I guess, like K.Line, I have a deep belief in the power of words.

  4. Sandy King
    10 July 2019 / 5:17 pm

    I think ( hope ) this post is going to spawn a torrent of comments. So I will pop mine in here now, but come back to read other contributions as they come in.
    Powerful statement K.Line — "communicate 'be strong, seem strong" – here, here to 'strongest when we are honest.' And I share any and all who question how we share and be honest in the uncertain world of social media.
    I'm not going to say you were/are being brave about your statements of self-awareness. I'm going to say Good For You. If your posts about the honesty of your life impact one single person then I would say, finally, here is someone posting about the truths in life, not all just pretty pictures.

    I often wonder how I would have navigated the world of Social Media when my daughter was transitioning 20 years ago. I was definitely alone in my social circle on this issue. Maybe there would have been someone 'out there' who could have swum alongside me.

    There are so many phrases I would love to requote here but this one is really sticking with me.

    " tanned-leather of the flower as it ages and dries out while preparing for the amazing surprise of its transformation "
    In these times of physical ( and chemical ) upheavals in our daily lives, we do look to those navigating the same journey. How do we know who to reach out to if we don't know who's there? How do we know who to ask for help or who to ask just to come and sit with us ( without judgment ) until the storm passes?

    I'm understanding more and more as time passes that the honesty of who we truly are and in all our vulnerable states can be such an interesting space. Maybe not at the time we're feeling the waves wash over us and we can't get our breath, but in looking back. I'm definitely feeling like a 'tanned and leather' flower but somehow too knowing that there ( maybe) an amazing surprise of transformation.

    If you don't mind I'm going to tuck something in here. I keep it on my back burner and refer to it every now and then. To me, it's genius on so many levels.

  5. Sandy King
    10 July 2019 / 5:21 pm

    Posting this here.

    brene brown vulnerability video

    An amazing quick animated video so worth watching. The difference between Empathy and Sympathy.

  6. Sandy King
    10 July 2019 / 5:26 pm

    Oy – sorry. I feel like I've taken over the comment section. I'm not sure that Brene Brown cut and past worked, but if anyone reading this wants to check it out, or send it to someone who needs to watch it, I can't recommend it highly enough.

    Search for Brene Brown youtube video on Empathy and Sympathy.

    XX

  7. Anonymous
    10 July 2019 / 5:50 pm

    Hugs….<3
    Thinking of you
    Dottoressa

  8. Drew
    10 July 2019 / 5:58 pm

    Frances,
    I get it.
    I see you.

    Keep on.

  9. Anonymous
    10 July 2019 / 6:24 pm

    I am sorry you have been feeling so low. As others have said I am glad you have your loving partner to lean on. Thank you for the lovely photos and hugs from Vancouver Island. Brenda

  10. Anonymous
    10 July 2019 / 7:25 pm

    You are among friends here for the simple reason that there are tons of kind and perceptive people you've beckoned to your shore. YOU have created this community, you have embroidered it, enhanced it and made it flower. It is you, even though we all play a part, it is your doing which, in my book, entitles you to receive every one of the balms offered in this comment section from us-people who care about your existence, your soul and your heart.Being vulnerable isn't my strong game, either, but to Kristen who points out it is necessary to our survival, I say, "Preach, sister"!
    Life is f*^%ing hard. It has nothing to do with age, it has to do with the state of the world, the cruelty of others, the cancer you mention, the loss of loved ones far too soon, the worry about our families…it swamps us all sometimes–even for the lucky ones,like me, who do not have brain chemistry that turns on them.
    Two people close to me are teetering on the edge right now. I am nearly daily telling them to collapse into covers- over- their- head mode with no judgment until it passes. I will wield the shield and tell anyone who has a problem with them putting themselves first, no matter the form, until the storm passes, that they need to find something else to be judgemental about.
    Please take you time.
    I will now quote the Dowager on Downton Abbey ( the font of much wisdom) " I hanker after a simpler life, is that a crime"?!
    Exactly how the outside stressors in my life for 20 months have made me feel. How you might be feeling now.
    Lots of love being sent your way from London-town to you.
    We care, I care…about you.
    A.in London

  11. Eleonore
    10 July 2019 / 7:52 pm

    I was a little surprised to read that you found it easier to write an IG post about how you were feeling than ringing up somebody physically closer to you. But if that is the way it is, and if this community of readers can help you to find your way out of that black pit, I am very grateful to form a part of it.
    A very close friend (who died many years ago) had the personal habit of commenting other people's achievements by giving "points", as in a game. Later she moved on to giving points in advance, when somebody seemed to be in need of special support, and called them "points of fortitude". So I am sending you a bagful of points of fortitude hoping that they work their magic at the other end of the world.

  12. Mary
    10 July 2019 / 8:52 pm

    Although I saw your post on IG, I am not registered on any social media, so could not respond. Was worried for you. Thought about you. Was glad that Paul was nearby. Understood you needed to work through all the thoughts, feelings and actions that brought you so low, but also understood your needed to reach out into the ether, if you will. Sometimes reaching out to others–besides those closest to us–allows one to share pain without worrying about how it will impact them. A double burden, at times.

    Strength comes in many forms–reaching out, accepting support, leaning on others when help is needed is among them. In sharing your pain as well as your joy, you gift us all with truth and perspective. The only kind of 'influencer' I am interested in these days. Would that it did not take such a toll on you. Pax, friend. Take care.

  13. Lorrie
    10 July 2019 / 9:27 pm

    It takes strength to make yourself vulnerable. So many great comments here – little to add. You are seen, you are loved.

  14. Georgia
    10 July 2019 / 11:03 pm

    Thinking of you..xxx

  15. Maria
    11 July 2019 / 12:05 am

    Dear Frances, I see you, I’m waving, swimming alongside and sending you a lifebuoy or better still, some good looking surf life savers to make sure you reach the shore safely. I’m not sure why some of us find it difficult to reveal vulnerability because we respond to it so kindly when others reveal it to us. Life is a series of highs, lows and in-betweens. The lows can be difficult to manage so I look for patience to get through them and take comfort in knowing that this too shall pass. I think there is a relationship between the ability to observe and feel beauty and joy keenly and to experience sadness and depression. If given a choice, I don’t think I would give up the former to protect myself from the latter. Love and hugs.

  16. Anonymous
    11 July 2019 / 12:34 am

    Even though they were probably taken earlier, your photos are very evocative – somewhat melancholic yet transformative. I'm glad you're starting to recover from your bout of depression. Your terrace oasis, a supportive husband and all the eloquent comments above must surely help. I can only add my own meagre words of encouragement.
    Frances in Sidney

  17. Anonymous
    11 July 2019 / 4:01 am

    Such wise words by your online community. Can't add a thing but a "wave", a "hello", and an enfolding, loving hug.
    Charlene H

  18. Bev
    11 July 2019 / 4:17 am

    I am so glad to see you are even marginally better, that all our words of encouragement and solidarity helped. And again, your photos amaze me! You have a particular eye for detail, and so often it's the gorgeousness of post-bloom. I'm personally navigating that rocky slope towards retirement (2 months away) and embracing Cronehood, trying to still be/feel relevant. I find your particular vision to be, well, inspiring. Yes, you struggle, and yet you persevere. Brava!

  19. Anonymous
    11 July 2019 / 6:55 am

    I truly understand how that black dog takes over. So hard to explain to others. He/she then slips quietly away.
    Sending a hug.
    Ali

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