From The Heart

I have been asked a lot, of late, about my very personal writing, and it strikes me that I have a bit to say about this…Well, here it is, my imaginary friend.

My background in writing is non-fiction and academic, although I did – and sometimes still do – write bad poetry. My first university English courses certainly emphasized formal, technical writing, in which the personal was distinctly frowned upon. I don’t recall this posing a problem at the time, but as the years went by and I became immersed in the world of business, my distress at the formulaic and superficial writing – of business in particular – became acute. These were also the years when such trite expressions as “Have a Nice Day” began to be repeated, ad nauseam, often mandated by head offices in the belief that this somehow constituted a customer care ethic. On one particularly poignant occasion, an overly squeaky, bubbling cashier caused a woman in the line ahead of me to burst into tears, and to tell the young woman she’d just come from a funeral and merely wanted to get home quickly…

Which caused a lot of deep thinking on my part. Why on earth would management insist on such rote phrases, instead of teaching a service ethic? The quiet distress of the woman in front of me was self-evident to all but the most clueless. As I began teaching and training people in the hospitality industry, I observed the same sort of mindless, faux-happy approach to people that sincerely bothered me. Surely an ethos of service entails a reading of the customer – whether a boisterous, happy crowd, a hungry family, a quiet couple looking for privacy. I studied marketing, and suffered through endless metric analysis of why the broadcast mediums were losing advertising share. I began a thesis on social media marketing and was influenced by Theodore Zeldin, who wrote of the dead language of business, and David Whyte, who wrote of the need for poetry in corporate life. And, of course, I pondered the spectacular rise of social media, from blogging to Facebook and everything in between.

Broadcast media suffer because the message is one way, and because often it is a specially banal sort of messaging. Social media, on the other hand, plays to the ability of people to respond, to query – and to create their own version of this-is-me…Mark Zuckerberg talks about sharing and its power to change the world, and all cynicism about corporate entities aside, this is a compelling view of a brave new world.

Whatever we share of ourselves, spoken or written, when it is true to our own self, is deeply moving and compelling for others. It does not signify that we share a cultural or political viewpoint, a country or system of governance, or language, even. What does signify is that we share those human values that are both universal, and also very particular…That we share love, and kindness, and the nurturing of children and families. That loss and grief is a part of life – that others have experienced it, as well as illness and pain and poverty, does not necessarily make it better – but it helps us understand that some things can be endured, while other things can be changed and eradicated. When we share a moment of recognition of pleasure in a cute kitten video – yes, I use the cliché purposefully – we are sharing something that transcends the human condition, even, and brings us into the nature of being and of life itself.

I cannot say it comes easily to me, this writing and speaking of the deeply personal. But I can say, at the end of the day, (another purposefully-used cliché) it is probably all that matters – for you and I to share some bit of ourselves. And laugh, or weep, or ponder intently –  merely smile, pose a question to ourselves, feel transcending joy, to be moved, or unsettled, or disturbed…To begin with love for self and our immediate others and to move from there. To make our hearts grow a size or two…this is what matters, I think. With love, from VivianLea.

From My He

7 comments on “From The Heart

  1. Yes. I too was schooled in academic writing, though, to be fair, I had written poetry all my life. Still, it took me many years to realize that all I had to say was from my own perspective, expert backup in the form of quotes be damned. Why not just claim what I was thinking, feeling and how I was responding to life in my own words? Why not simply Own It instead of all that casting about for proof that somebody else had thought or said or felt the same thing in some measure in the past and got published for it? So here we are, VL, speaking our truth, just like wise women of old. I figure if anybody out there can benefit from my experience, it would have been worthwhile to have expressed it. If not, it was fun crafting with words 😜 Aloha.


    • As always, my heartfelt thanks, Bela. Your words move me and change me in subtle ways…and all that would be lost if we did not speak our truths. Yes, if nothing else it is strangely freeing to speak ones’s heart…

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  2. Ian Derrick says:

    My craft with words isn’t so great. I’m similar to a child stumbling to articulate what it is that my heart feels. I wish i could write poetry but beautiful words elude me like grains of sand slipping through my fingers. I too wish that people would not be distracted by the media to ‘think’ a certain way toward a minority or an ideology. People should search their heart and connect to people on that base level of openness and love. Maybe that it is my perspective on what i value.Thanks for sharing Viv! 😀


    • I think your craft with words is amazing, Ian…in any event, you, too speak your truths that shows you have searched your own heart. My grateful thanks that you read this, and took the trouble to leave a thoughtful comment 🙂


  3. I should probably add that I am just now getting around to correcting the typo I noticed the day the post was published…my craft could use a little polishing 🙂


  4. Anonymous says:

    “…it is probably all that matters – for you and I to share some bit of ourselves.”
    Amen, Sister! That and to do it with the smallest possible footprint so that other living things may survive to share a bit of themselves.


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