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October 5, 2024

Humility, Inspiration and Mental Health

Filed under: Creativity,Depression/Bipolar,Inspiration — Francisco Stork @ 7:14 am

(from a talk at Aquinas College on September 26, 2024)

Humility has in modern times acquired a negative connotation. Like meekness, humility smells of a lack of self-confidence and self-esteem, a cowardice even. But the humility that comes from the inspired clarity of ourselves is one that considers a proper measure of both our talents and our limitations, our strengths and our deficiencies. Humility is, like mental health, an equilibrium, a delicate balance of acceptance of the things we cannot change and the courage to change those we can.  Humility is, simply, truth and mental healing begins with an obedience to truth, to the reality of our life, both the interior and exterior reality. Through the years, I have grown to accept the bipolar disorder that will always be with me, but which gratefully is under control through medication. But the acceptance of that reality does not mean that I must see myself as a victim or to stop seeking ways to respond to the inspiration to bring something new into the world. The biggest sign of healing from the pain of mental illness occurred when I was able to “de-identify” myself from the symptoms of mental illness. I was neither the grandiose character created by manic states nor the worthless creature presented by depression. The recognition that we are not the thoughts or the images of ourselves produced by mental illness is the window that opens to healing.

What amazes me about the phenomenon we call inspiration is the interplay, the correspondence that exists between how accurately I see myself and the impulse, energy, ideas, images that seem to come from outside. If I’m too puffed up about myself or too deflated, I end up in a kind of dry paralysis. Henry David Thoreau says that the young man starts out wanting to build a castle and ends up living in a shack. I have gone on to write ten more novels since that first novel thirty years ago and always, always, I start off imagining a castle or at least a mansion a la Downton Abbey. Perhaps it is too severe to call this energy “false”. This initial blast can indeed be like the booster rocket that sends the capsule with the working astronauts into space, a necessary burst that knows when to detach itself before the whole shebang explodes. When it becomes obvious that the castle cannot be built the choice is either to quit or to continue with the construction of a shack- a shack that will be yours and which may, after all, provide a measure of refuge to others. What I know for sure is that the energy needs to be readjusted into something usable, something that can sustain effort over a long haul.

It seems so countercultural and even a little un-American to talk about letting go of the ambitious mansion and settling in to build the shack. Bigger and more and best are values from our competitive society that have made their way into the world of writing fiction along with the demands for self-promotion in social media. But . . . to create works that are true to the values that guide my life, to connect what I do to what I want to live for, is what I mean by honest writing. The shack, that Thoreau says we end up growing into. Honest writing does not mean that I abandon a search for excellence as I write. I give the work all I got, guided as I go along by a sense of what I perceive as the truth and beauty called for by that work. Honest writing means putting aside, to the extent possible, concerns for what will happen after the work is done. As I write there appear places where the plot or the character can go one way or another and I have a choice of looking outward for future approval or staying inward until I find a resonance with a way that is true within me. This “resonance” that one learns to feel over time is so amazing. You recognize it as a truth that comes with confidence and power and peace.

July 30, 2016

Solitude and Kindness

Filed under: Creativity,Kindness,Solitude,Soul — Francisco Stork @ 8:09 am

Writing is a solitary activity — something you do alone. But the solitude that is needed is not only physical but emotional and spiritual. The quiet place that we must find is not just a room in the house or a writer’s shed but a kind of fortress inside of us that shields us at least temporarily from the hubbub around us. These days, unfortunately, the hubbub is full of anger. The air is full of I am right and not only are you wrong but you are bad. Sometimes the anger seems justified by the acts and words of others but it is still anger. It is anger, loud or quiet, explicit or subtle but still divisive. And sometimes the anger is indistinguishable from hatred (as in I wish to do you harm). Is it wrong to want to retreat from an atmosphere that feels poisonous? Anger is a gas that seeps into your being and builds up pressure until it is released in deed or word. And there you are in the hubbub. I look outside and see one- hundred- year old trees and you would think that peace in a setting like this would not be hard to find. But the anger has managed to seep in through the Internet, the television, the newspaper, the magazine I buy for the cartoons and the fiction. And I keep thinking of that fortress inside of me that I must build, at least for a while, before I am eaten up alive from the inside out. There is something that is refreshing, healing, about being silent and in silence. It doesn’t have to be total silence. There is music and the quiet conversation with one or two friends who are also intent on preserving something precious. The silence that is needed is a protected space where the tender seed of kindness can grow again. What is it about kindness that is so vital to creativity? Is it that writing is a giving, after all, a giving that depends on some form of kindness? Is it that kindness is what the world most needs from you and so you must do what you can to nurture it inside you? But it hurts not to be in the midst of it. I will be forgotten. Did you ever think that anonymity, not being special, would be one of your greatest fears? You need to be willing to be alone in order to write. Not just physically alone but spiritually. You need to be willing to build that inner fortress where your kindness will be protected from the siege of anger that surrounds it. Your mission through your work is to unite, never, never to divide (even when your cause seems right), and you must protect and grow the kindness needed for that task. And you must be willing to bear the solitude needed for the work and the loneliness too, at times. But there will be peace too and eventually the certainty that you are not alone.

March 1, 2015

Our Creative Duty

Filed under: Creativity,Religion,Uncategorized — Francisco Stork @ 2:59 pm

Sermon given at Pilgrim Church, Sherborn, MA – March 1, 2015

I am very honored to speak to you this morning and very honored and grateful to Pastor John for selecting my novel Marcelo in the Real World for Pilgrim Church’s Lenten Reading Series and indeed for being the primary instigator in the Town’s selection of Marcelo for its One Town One Read program. I was reading Marcelo again in preparation for all this hullaballoo and I was surprised and happy to feel as if the book had been written by someone else: Someone a lot wiser and a lot better writer than me. Since its publication more than five years ago, I’ve often gone back to read passages in the book that help me get unstuck from those mental blocks that are keeping me from writing. Some of the passages I like to re-read are the dialogues between Marcelo, the main character of the novel, and Rabbi Heschel. Marcelo is a young man with an autism-related condition known as Asperger’s Syndrome who has a special interest/slash obsession with God. Even though Marcelo’s family is not Jewish, Marcelo’s mother, Aurora, a little afraid of Marcelo’s special interest has arranged for Marcelo to meet every other week with Rabbi Heschel to give Marcelo someone to talk to and also to make sure the special interest doesn’t become too extreme. There’s one interchange between Rabbi Heschel that I turn to again and again when I am anxious and discouraged about my writing. It’s the passage where Rabbi Heschel tries to explain to Marcelo her decision to become a rabbi. She tells Marcelo:
“I never knew for sure that going to seminary was what God wanted me to do. Sure, I used to complain to God, to Moses you appear as a burning bush, but to me you come like a burning hemorrhoid. I knew that going to seminary was what the Lord wanted only afterward, when the burning — not stopped — but at least got bearable (. . .) How I found out that God wanted me to do it was that the urge to do it got too painful to ignore. I ended up going to seminary just so I could get some sleep.”
The passage reminds me of the time I finally decided to bear down and write a novel. Although I wanted to be a writer since I was a child and kept a journal, writing in it almost daily since I was a teenager, it was only when I was forty-five years old that I took it upon myself to start, persist and complete a novel. I had just gotten laid off from the law firm where I had been unhappily working as a real estate lawyer. Yes, the real estate market was sinking and there was not enough legal work to go around the various associates, but it was also true that practice in a high powered law firm and me were not, how shall I put it, jelling. So there I was in one of those moments we all have now and then. You know, the moment when you wonder where your life has gone and you have this awful feeling that you have wasted lots of it. I was wondering how it was possible to go through a life time ignoring the persistent urge to write and it was clear that the unhappiness that I found myself in at that time was at least partly related to the recognition that the urge I had ignored had a divine origin. I had ignored a call from God to utilize gifts given to me. So I started to write. An hour, sometimes a couple of hours each day, for many months. Then I sent the book out and after all the rejections were in, I re-wrote and re-wrote and five years later a novel was published by a small university press. About six months after I was laid off, I was able to find a legal job that was less stressful and less time-intensive and which allowed me at least a couple of hours to write early mornings or on weekends. I’m not going to tell you that I went from being miserable to being happy. It was more like experiencing Rabbi Heschel’s reason for going to the seminary. I wrote so the burning could diminish and I could get some sleep. One time someone asked Flannery O’Connor, why she wrote, and she answered: “Because it feels worse when I don’t.” I think that what Rabbi Heschel and what Flannery O’Connor were referring to, and what I found out the hard way, is that if the creative urge, the call to create and to express your talents and gifts is not attended to, sooner or later there will surely be psychic and maybe even physical pain. And this pain can in turn lead to all kinds of ways and tactics to lessen the painful certainty in our hearts that we are not responding to the call to fully be who we are meant to be. It’s as if the creative urge were a relentless force that needs to find proper expression less it explode in unwanted ways that are painful and hurtful to ourselves and others.
I used the word “duty” in the title of my talk today because I wanted to emphasize a sometimes forgotten aspect of creativity. Yes, there is joy in responding to the creative call. But this joy is the joy of meaning and purpose and it does not always feel good. Responding to the creative call requires persistence and discipline and patience. I’ve never had a book go from first draft to publication in less than three years. The last one that will come out next year will take six years by the time it comes out. It is not really possible to grind out this kind of effort without firmly believing that you have an obligation to do so. The words duty and obligation have taken on a negative connotation in our modern world. Duty is what you have to do as opposed as to what you like to do. But duty can be joyful if it is linked to love. What helps me the most in the fulfillment of this obligation I feel is to connect the obligation to God. To see writing as a religious vocation, an individual call from God. Indeed, it is helpful for me to see the creative urge as originating not in me but in God. Creativity flows through me and I give it my own individual expression, but it is not mine. Seeing my writing as something that is from God and for Him helps me not to worry about the book’s success. My job is to write the book and do what I can to get it published. What happens after that is up to Him. What I do know about the results of my efforts is that God will find a way to place the book into the hands of the reader that needs that book, that will be touched by it and find it useful. Frederick Buechner, one of my favorite Christian authors, said that “vocation was the place where the gladness in your heart meets the world’s great need.” Writing books that are helpful, useful to young people is where the gladness in my heart meets one of the world’s great needs, providing our young people with inspiring role models, inciting them through good stories and complex characters to ask the big questions: who am I? Why am I here? Or as Marcelo asks Rabbi Heschel: “How can we live with so much suffering?”
Through the years that I’ve been writing, what has helped me the most is to understand that writing is secondary to the primary object of God’s creative urge. Writing is about doing that which gives my heart gladness, but creativity is first and foremost an urge to be, to become, and only secondarily an urge to do. My first creative duty is to create my soul and my life in the image of an ideal. We are all free to choose the ideal we want to become but as someone who tries to follow Christ, the ideal that I endeavor to create is the ideal represented by the life and words of Jesus Christ. To be like Jesus is my first creative duty. The Beatitudes encapsulate for me who Christ was and is and who I want to be. Poor in Spirit, Able to mourn, meek, hungry and thirsty for righteousness, merciful, pure of heart, a peace maker, and someone willing to be persecuted, i.e. ignored, sometimes rejected, for trying to be like Him. I am not very successful at embodying this ideal into my daily life, but in this, as in writing, ultimate perfection is not important. It’s all in the trying. The writing, the doing, flows from my connection to Christ, my poor attempts to be like him.
Sometimes I think we tend to limit creativity to artistic or scientific endeavor or to some kind of innovation in business or medicine or government. In other words, we limit creativity to doing and we limit it to a few people we consider special or gifted. But really, the most important creative act, our creative duty, is to the creation of our person, the creation of who we are through choosing what we think about and what we pay attention to and what we do. The objects we create, the writing or inventing, are simply expressions of who we are. Viewed this way, imagining who you want to be and actualizing that image in the particular facts of your life is a creative act, the most important creative act. The kindness, the forgiveness, the helpfulness that we first imagine and then make real are all creative acts. If you listen closely, you will recognize in yourself the urge to become, to grow in accordance with an image of goodness and beauty that you carry in the silence of your inner most being. That urge, bothersome at times, is God’s call. It is God calling you through Christ to be like Him, to be the person we are meant to be. This, becoming who God wants us to be, is our creative duty.

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