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    • Maya Stiles Parsons Spier

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    • October 29, 2013 in Columnists

    The power of whimsy

    Mushrooms and mousie smaller

    Hard not to be cheerful looking at this

    As serious as some of my columns have been, I am actually best known for being a bit of a lightweight.  Certainly a person who took a look at any space I have inhabited for any length of time would think so.  Look at my tattoos – they’re silly!  Look at my art – it’s all cute!

    My cute owl tattoo

    My cute owl tattoo

    I won’t lie.  I love this stuff.  It can’t get too adorable for me and I am at my happiest as a melted puddle of doting goo (mop and bucket, please!).  However, that this is an indication of any sort of weakness is a miscalculation on the part of any who assume it – and this has been a costly assumption for a few who thought to discount, demean, invalidate, patronize or condescend to me.  I survived being an abused kid, a street kid, a juvenile institution, a marriage at 17 and motherhood at 19.  I did not get through any of that (including molestation and rapes) without having a solid titanium spine.  In fact, there is a Scary Maya/Nana Bear that I keep in a luxurious little internal space and only let out when I need her, like if I think my granddaughter is in danger.  I would seriously advise against ever tangling with Nana Bear.  Then there’s Smart Maya, who will take you down in an intellectual heap should you be silly enough to treat her like she’s stupid (it’s been tried; they failed).

    Tea party

    Tea party!

    No, for me, whimsy and a general lightness of being is a choice I’ve made with all due deliberation.  For one thing, I would rather be Whimsical Maya, Creative Maya, Cuddly and Adoring Maya than Scary Maya any day, although Smart Maya is always there – she’s just smiling.

    Not only does nurturing this aspect of myself bring out the parts of me that I would rather manifest – loving kindness, doing right for the sake of right, the ability to be tender, to nurture, to love, to empathize – it also gives me far, far more strength than any amount of rigid seriousness ever could.

    Believe me, I’ve seen what happens to very strong but very rigid people.  One of my favorites, a woman I saw as being as powerful as an ancient oak, killed herself after a fight with her teenaged daughter.  So many things had piled on her that one more, really quite survivable burden snapped her into shattered pieces.  She put a gun to her heart and pulled the trigger, leaving her teenaged daughter with a lifetime legacy no child should ever inherit.

    Tats

    Silliness that goes with me everywhere!

    Whimsy is powerful and it gives us strength.  It gives us the buoyancy to stay afloat, the flexibility not to break, and the joy to power through the bad times.  It’s the acknowledgement that there is wonderment out there for which to reach, that there is beauty that cannot be taken away by pain or difficulty.  I look around me, in my fifth wheel office/half-the-year abode and the sparkly stickers, silly pictures and generally childish joyfulness of my surroundings and it lifts me up out of any dank, dark places into which my spirit is all too willing to descend.

    After all, if there are pictures of granddaughters and kittens and smiling mousies, mandalas and madonnas with dragons, surely there must be joy still available in the world.  If I can create some of this magic from within, then surely there is room for radiance, forgiveness, tenderness and love.  Whimsy gives me hope, makes me smile, cheers me up, picks me up, sets me on my feet to toddle on through the occasional sea of cold molasses in which I find myself.

    House elf -- savoring the ridiculous

    House elf — savoring the ridiculous

    Whimsy injects laughter into my reality, which is the equivalent of blowing helium into the balloon that is my existence.  It sets me afloat so that I can soar over the petty miseries, the occasional calculated cruelties, the tragedies and devastations that life will hand out so generously.  Life is going to hurt.  It already has, as demonstrated by a childhood and youth so painful that my first impulse to suicide emerged at age 6, and by the loss of my only brother, the miscarriage of my long-awaited son, my mother’s death from cancer, my friend’s suicide, my daughter’s husband’s sudden death and the loss of a young man who was my nephew in all but blood.  Choosinge whimsy, choosing joy is my way of fighting back.  It’s me saying that those who ravaged me will not win.  I will triumph in my happiness, I will dance above their heads in a celebration of joyous survival and I will, as I am doing this, have fun!  To be angry, to be sad – at least more than occasionally – over what was done to me is to let them win.  Mind you, I have to sometimes deliberately remind myself of this, but in the end, I will not let them pull me down for the third time.

    Not.  A.  Freaking.  Chance.

    Should you see me, then, with my Prismacolor pencils and a stack of drawing paper, sit right down beside me.  I will hand you a sheet, share my pencils, and we can triumph over misery together – laughing.

    laughing sheep mouse and mushroom

    Never miss the chance to laugh yourselves silly!

     



    • You and I have some interesting parallels. I also have learned to skip over the top of life’s challenges by being light-hearted. Some folks assume I am just goofy. I play the role well. It has proven to be a very protective shell.



    • AND! I freakin’ LOVE your artwork!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!


      • Maya North

      • October 29, 2013 at 9:33 am
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      It’s not just a protective shell (although it sure is). It’s strength. People do not get this, but I guarantee that you and I have both been sufficiently savaged by life and come through it to be living proof. <3


      • Maya North

      • October 29, 2013 at 9:33 am
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      Now that makes me happy! If I could only figure out how to get my art printed on greeting cards. I’m all over creative, but clueless about the practical/business side. You have a favorite theme?



    • I also love your artwork (I did not know these were yours! WOW!) and your “solid titanium spirit”! This is a wonderful column — an inspiring lyric and hopeful piece! Life saved the best for last for you, Maya! You brought the horrid past to its knees!


      • Maya North

      • October 29, 2013 at 11:46 am
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      Oh, thank you, Kathie! It’s the upside of ADHD 😉 I do believe that life has saved the best for last and I am smart enough to inhale it and let it fill my soul. Big hugs!



    • i love you. period. you are so frickin’ amazing.



    • Maya, loved this story and love your art work.


      • Maya North

      • October 29, 2013 at 2:37 pm
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      My Amy Angel, given how amazing *you* are…I am both humbled and delighted. <3 Je t'adore…


      • Maya North

      • October 29, 2013 at 2:38 pm
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      Oh, Madge, thank you. I have only ever drawn anything that rips my heart clean out and that right after the miscarriage. I pull it out every few years or so, shudder and put it back. The rest is me trying to light up the world — and my own heart — a little. <3



    • I too use lightheartedness as a defense thingy. Mostly because I have been in a daze since 1971. Love the art as well.


        • Maya North

        • October 31, 2013 at 4:44 pm
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        Thank you, Donald. It’s pretty powerful. Honestly, if I let the sadness and anger win, then those who harmed me would win, too. I prefer to live as happily as I can; life will hurt enough without me pursuing it. I’m so glad you love my art. It sure cheers me up!


      • Terri Connett

      • October 31, 2013 at 10:48 am
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      Talk about a phoenix rising from the ashes! Holy Moly Maya. What a powerful message! And I agree with everybody about your amazing art.


        • Maya North

        • October 31, 2013 at 4:45 pm
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        Terri, I’m so glad you get it. A lot of people don’t. They have no idea who I’d be if I’d followed the path of rage and grief to its logical conclusion. I refuse to waste this life. Reincarnation or no, I’ll never be this person again. I’m so happy that you love my art. I really do have to get it out there…


      • Carolyn Wyler

      • November 2, 2013 at 4:41 am
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      Love it and also prefer whimsical way of life!



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