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Showing posts with label Alanis Morissette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alanis Morissette. Show all posts

Sunday, January 30, 2022

Sunday Diva/Three From The Hip: Alanis Morissette

Sunday Diva/Three From The Hip: 
Alanis Morissette

In my own, personal, big gay church, there is a wing dedicated to Those of the Heart. These are the singers, songwriters and muses who have spent a lifetime capturing various aspects of the human condition. Frequently, due to the whims of the music industry, their lives were not always their own... but they persevered... ultimately remaining true to their roles as seers of the heart. One such soul?

Alanis Morissette 

Jagged Little Pill was the shot heard 'round the world.

She gave voice to a whole generation of women. 

To do so, she had to step out of the role assigned her by an industry which loves young women to sing the songs they're given, to smile and look pretty. 

What they didn't realize? That inside that prefab Canadian pop star was a true artist, one who began to reveal herself bit by bit... step by step. 

Until the day came and the ties that bound her were shredded - and the world would never be the same.

As she's matured, she's continued to take us on her unique journey, sharing insights and lessons learned with all who would listen. 

Her most recent work, Such Pretty Forks In The Road, is no less revelatory or emotionally searing than the album which initially catapulted her onto the international stage. 

And, have no doubt... there's more to come. 

For a true artist is never stilled, forever divining, sharing and displaying their badges of courage for the world to see. 

And if there's one thing Alanis Morissette has proven herself to be? 

It's a true artist.

The gospel according to her?

Well, here are three from the hip, dropping from her lips.

The topic? Anger

"We're taught to be ashamed of confusion, anger, fear and sadness, and to me they're of equal value to happiness, excitement and inspiration."

"My own approach has always been to push intense emotions down and attempt to deal with them later. When I was younger, I was terrified to express anger because it would often kick-start a horrible reaction in the men in my life. I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs."

"Then I realized that secrecy is actually to the detriment of my own peace of mind and self, and that I could still sustain my belief in privacy and be authentic and transparent at the same time. It was a pretty revelatory moment, and there's been a liberating force that's come from it."

"I just feel compelled to continue to be transparent. It just really levels the playing field and eradicates the shame that I have, or that one might have, about being human. So I'm going to just keep going."
  
"What influenced me was Tori Amos, who was unapologetic about expressing anger through music, and Sinead O'Connor. Those two in particular were really moving for me, and very inspiring, before I wrote Jagged Little Pill."

"When someone says that I'm angry it's actually a compliment. I have not always been direct with my anger in my relationships, which is part of why I'd write about it in my songs because I had such fear around expressing anger as a woman."
 
"Anger has been a really big deal for women: how can we express it without feeling that, as the physically weaker sex, we won't get killed. The alpha-woman was burned at the stake and had her head chopped off in days of old."

"In the face of patriarchy, it is a brave act indeed for both men and women to embrace, rather than shame or attempt to eradicate, the feminine."

"The fear of this delicate and fierce feminine has more to do with our fear of being vulnerable again, getting hurt again, than it does by our actual distaste for the beauty of the feminine and Her qualities."

"Women are so powerful they're scary, and the incentive to squash this has been going on for so long that some of us actually believe we're subordinate."
 
"Typically, I would run away from conflict and write about it - that was easier than staying and dealing face-to-face with humans; that's terrifying for me."

"I found that the more truthful and vulnerable I was, the more empowering it was for me."

"There were a lot of people who were a little afraid of the rage or blaming stance I was taking, and find what I am doing now more refreshing."

"It's a joke to think that anyone is one thing. We're all such complex creatures. But if I'm going to be a poster child for anything, anger's a gorgeous emotion. It gets a bad rap, but it can make great changes happen."

You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette

Hands Clean - Alanis Morissette

Reasons I Drink - Alanis Morrisette

And one last parting shot...

I have not an ounce of regret. Every link is so valuable in forming the chain that is my life. Who I am today is because of those links, and I wouldn't change any of them.

Wednesday, October 07, 2020

Missing the Miracle

Missing the Miracle

My primary focus these past couple posts has been happiness. And today's, even though it is about the absence of happiness, it... well, it turns out alright in the end, trust me.

I had kind of a rough weekend. Not activity-wise -  I got everything done I had planned. But I kept finding myself getting angry and frustrated. It was that same old song and dance... why does life have to be so difficult?

Well, fact is... it doesn't. We make it difficult. And just as we have the power to make it difficult, we have the power to choose what we focus on and if you're focused on how difficult something is, then you're missing out on something else. 

I yelled at a cat this weekend. I had something to get done and they were sitting, once again, on the keyboard of my laptop (because it's warm). I really yelled. With a swear word. Very loudly.

I also banged around in the kitchen and sighed a lot, so that the boyfriend would know how unhappy I was that I had to clean up after he made dinner. It is a general rule, he who cooks does not clean. But that didn't stop me from having my little temper tantrum.

I felt terrible. And I felt terrible about having behaved terribly all the next day.

Sunday, we got in the car and drove to Duluth to see... something different. It was the boyfriend's birthday and he needed an adventure. Driving to Duluth and back to look at the fall colors was all we felt we could do safely. Once in the car, I was already focused on how to get back in time to feed the cats.  As we were headed up, he put in Alanis Morissette's latest CD, Pretty Forks In The Road. On it, there is a song called Missing the Miracle... and that's when it hit me.

I was missing the miracle. 

The one that happens around me every moment that I breathe. Every moment I spend on this earth. Even the unpleasant ones. Or the frustrating ones.

I think of all the moments in my life that I regret not cherishing more at the time... not truly appreciating because my focus was on something that, in hindsight, now seems rather silly and insignificant. And now, on this side of things, I wonder how frequently there were people watching me with a bemused smile on their lips... a little bit sad for me, because I didn't get it. Because, from where they were sitting, I was missing out on the miracle.

I think about all the people in my life and how quickly I brush them aside or neglect to value the time I'm spending with them because I'm in such a rush to get to the next thing on my to do list. Really? People are an item on my to do list? Have I become that callus? Especially in light of these days of Covid, when I don't even get to see that many people? 

But, I'm that way with the animals in my life, too. Hercules' walks have become this chore to get done. I have to be on time for them. We need to get through them with efficiency, because I am already late for my 11:00 am run with the boyfriend. And Hercules? I know he senses it. I see it in his body language and how he walks with me. It's like he's allowing the monster that lives in the basement to walk him because its better than no walk at all. 

Poor Hercules.

And what about all the time I spend focusing on how guilty I feel because I failed to truly appreciate something in the moment or ruined a moment by getting angry or upset? I'm so focused on the conflict I miss out on all the joy.

That is the stuff that keeps me up at night. 

What's wrong with me?  

They say if you can't do something with love in your heart... don't do it. Well, perish the thought! Of something not getting done. I don't know when I became so task-oriented. It's an odd thing for a person as lazy as myself to be, don't you think?

So, this whole thing has given me pause. I rob myself of happiness when I fail to live in and appreciate the moment. Yes, I know, not every little thing we do is so precious it deserves its own Hallmark card. Like flushing the toilet? I think its probably okay to do that by rote. 

But things we enjoy? People we enjoy? Doing things for the people we enjoy? That... none of that should be taken for granted or designated as rote. You do that, you miss out feeding yourself, feeding your soul, to say nothing of the countless tiny daily miracles whose beauty, in our quest to get things done, to check things off our list, we fail to appreciate. 

And think of all the joy I rob from those around me.  I see it in Hercules. I see it in that cat. I see it in the face of the boyfriend. 

So, I'm developing a new habit. When I find myself rushing, cursing, moving too quickly, getting frustrated,  waiting for something to be over so I can get on with the next? I tell myself... "Hey... you're missing the miracle. You better check yourself before you wreck... well everything."

So, that, in a nutshell, is how I rob myself of happiness. 

And since happiness is my focus for the month, I thought it only fair to share what's really going on. Yeah, I'm not some Pollyanna. Nor am I burying my head in the sand. I'm just wrestling with life like everyone else around me. So, I need to lighten up. I need to slow down. I need to breathe. I need to stop being so hard on myself and others. I need to stop being the person...

...missing the miracle. 

Missing The Miracle - Alanis Morissette

























Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Give Thanks...

Be Thankful.

Wishing you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving
from Uptonking at Wonderland Burlesque