I have decided it is useless to pretend about, well, pretty much anything. So, this blog is so little about film-making even though I’m making one. It’s more about how to live a life. In this case, mine.
But, I am making a film. Which worries me. I am such an impractical idealist with such high moral standards. I tend to make up for that by being ridiculously over-competent, but still. The challenges to those moral standards frighten me.
Here’s how it goes. Last week was a big film week. Through Father Paul Bresnahan, I booked a presentation at nAGLY, which is a support organization for queer youth. Everything is about fund-raising now, but I wasn’t about to fund-raise youth. I thought I’d just go and talk about being queer, and having been bullied, and my life-long obsession with homophobia, the nature of love and spirituality. What I know about teens is that they always know bullshit and they hunger for truth. So I thought I’d offer my truth and hope to connect.
It was fantastic. The youth were so smart, and struggling to understand their place in the world, and hungry for any movie that told the story of their lives as queer people, and so hopeful that I could maybe provide one of those stories. I felt so humbled to be allowed in. Into their world, and their felt sense of themselves, and the way they related to each other. I asked them to like the FB page, but that wasn’t really the point. The point was moment-to-moment experience. The point was being with the truth of what is. It was only two days after my visit to Meditation Land, so what did you expect?
Anyhow, later in the week I went to Provincetown for the film festival. There was a point on Saturday when the rest of the team were off watching movies and I was alone at the table. And I just let go of making the festival work for us. I sat there, and I could smell the sea, and feel the wind on my skin, and this feeling of peace just ballooned out of me. I picked up my cell phone and dialed into a webcast on guess what? Spirituality. And immediately people started coming up to the table. Some of them wanted help deciding on movies. Some of them wanted to know about Ptown. One of them seemed incredibly interested in investing in the movie. I really liked her, and I can’t stand pitching to people if I don’t really feel that the project is a match for their beliefs. So it was just fun to talk and to connect. The rest of the weekend was like that. Meeting people I liked. Having interesting talks. Many of them seemed interested in the movie. But you know, we’ll see.
Fund-raising. I used to raise money for the big left wing organizations. I did this over the phone and they trained us not to even say, “How are you?” I couldn’t believe that. You weren’t supposed to give the donor a chance to hang up. If you’ve been reading this blog, you might have noticed that following the rules without thinking about them is just not something that I do. So, I didn’t follow that rule. In fact, I always said, “How are you?” I’d say, “Hi, I’m Lyralen, I’m calling for xxx. How are you today?” And I actually wanted to know. I wanted to know who I was talking to and what kind of day he or she was in. I tried to listen and be respectful.
I was one of the five most successful fund-raisers in the company. I did my best work for the organizations I believed most in, and I connected with people about how much we both cared about the cause. Fund-raising never made me feel dirty. I remember a friend said, “I hate those calls. I can’t believe you do that.” I said, “I raised $10,000 for people with AIDS this week. What did you do?”
So, I think it’s just like that. Fund-raising has to be moral. And if connection is spiritual–and I think it is–it has to be spiritual. It has to be genuine. Like, come along for this ride if it’s right for you, if you love the story, if you care about gay marriage. I think it’s so necessary to ground down into that, because when you want people to help you, you can lose focus on connecting and just get into will. Trying to make people do what you want. Which in my book, isn’t moral. Period.
I think making a film should make me nervous. Like, writing the business plan, I started to think about my investors. I thought about owing them honesty, and a fair and good business deal, and a budget that would make it more likely they’d make their money back. That might mean some sacrifices, but I want to feel really good about this.
Truth is, my favorite restaurants have not only good food, but nice people working there. My favorite companies are socially responsible. And the thing is, Buddhists teach you to do no harm. To leave no footprint. We made a verbal contract to not kill even one mosquito while we were on retreat. It makes you think about lovingkindness. It makes you want to saturate your life with it.
Of course my dark side is alive and well. Duh. I’m a human being. But if I can see it, accept it, not let it determine my actions, well…
I am not in control. Everything is itself. Baruch Spinoza created pantheism, the belief that God is in everything. Buddhists believe in treating everything in the world as God, even if they don’t ascribe to a monotheistic or even theistic world view.
I don’t believe in God. I believe in the I-Thou relationship, in which I try not to forget your humanity or my own. And I forget for tiny moments, and then have to remind myself. I am lucky if you let me in, even for a moment.
Like I said, I am an impractical idealist. But really, if you write a film about the nature of love, and the main character believes that love is expressed in action, in behavior, in being better, you kind of have to at least try to live up to that.
I hope I can. Every day of my life I have hoped that. Even on the worst days. So must we all.