On lightness

Gert’s father had dark eyebrows that would descend lower and lower over his sad brown eyes when fate struck him a particularly vicious blow. So as he sat spooning up his soup on those black nights when Gert’s mother announced that each of the five children needed a new school uniform, his head would drop almost into his plate until all that could be seen was the top of his dark head and those thick eyebrows. The night she told him the children had dug a swimming pool in the back yard into which the neighbour had backed his car, he sat for a long time, his hand motionless, the spoon still in his soup, and finally said with a low groan, “Oh, well, we’ll all be dead soon.” This cheered him up just enough to finish his soup.

Gert thought of him as she watched a video of one of John Berryman’s Dream Songs:

There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart/so heavy,

It’s bad news for all of you with a similarly gloomy parent, because the evidence is in – we do have a genetic tendency to that thing that sits on the heart so heavy, or to its opposite, the bird that perches so lightly on, or in, the heart. The scientific jury is still out on the exact mechanisms, but consensus is that at least 50% of our tendency to be happy or sad is genetically-based. And recent research suggests that we have a set point to which we return after a period of particular happiness or sadness. Say on a scale of 1 to 10 your set point is 3 – you’re a Henry. If it’s 8, you’re lighthearted. How lucky you are.

Let’s be grave about lightness just for a moment. For Aristotle, fire and air had a natural lightness so that they moved upward, while earth and water had a natural heaviness and moved downward  Not much has changed in the way we think of them. With the weight of the element goes a sense of its energy. Fire and air are bright, quick, ethereal, while earth and water are heavy, slow-moving, tangible. And the upper regions, the aether, where, in most if not all religions, the higher beings dwell, are luminous. We can’t even say the word “light” without being flooded not only with the visual sensation of it, but with a sensation of lift felt in the whole body.

So it is with light-heartedness. It is quick, bright, lithe. Clods of clayey earth – life, friends, as Berryman says – may be flung at it, but they do not clump and cling. Light-heartedness is the cat walking along the splintery fence top of life, the hair that curls in the rain no matter how hard life puts on the straighteners. It’s the chi in the belly of the leaping dancer. And it’s tough, the way that cats and hair and dancers are tough.   It’s tough the way Perseus is, flying on winged sandals, using his lightness and his balance on the winds, to cut off Medusa’s head..

Can you learn to be light-hearted? Proponents of the learned optimism school say you can teach yourself to be more optimistic, and the irrepressible Albert Ellis, guru of the Rational Emotive school of psychology, wrote a book called How to stubbornly refuse to make yourself miserable about anything. Yes, anything. Okay, and thank you, Albert, says Gert. You’ve got her out of a few tight spots.  But it isn’t the same thing. Light-heartedness is a gift, like the innate physical coordination of the dancer, the innate tunefulness of a good voice. If you missed out on it at birth, remember it the next time you find a stoppered jar cast up on the seashore. Open it. A genie comes furling out in a cloud of smoke and offers you just one wish. You know what to ask for.

* An earlier version of this piece appeared in The Age on 29/7/2013  and the Sydney Morning Herald on 1/8/2013

 

 

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6 thoughts on “On lightness

  1. Do you see lightness as another take on glass half full or empty or perhaps optimism/pessimism? Resilience appears to be a desirable quality it seems. Hadn’t heard of the swimming pool project before.

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    1. Well, it is glass half-full as far as the way you think about things. But I think it’s more than that. It’s a physical thing, hard-wired, a kind of mood energy some people have and others don’t.

      Ah,the swimming-pool – it didn’t quite work out as we planned. As with so many of our good ideas. The Moomba Parade, the wigwam….

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  2. Were you afraid of your father?
    I tend to agree with you that we might be hard wired for one or the other but I also feel that we have some choice in the matter.
    Leslie

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    1. No, not afraid. We admired him enormously for his brilliance and always wanted his approval. Meanwhile, our mother just got on with the practicalities.
      Yes, I think we can learn to be happier, and with any luck you do get happier as you get older, but some people just seem to be born with that gift. I think you might be one of those resilient ones, Leslie?

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