By Linda Lee
Greene, January 14, 2019
A
revelation came over me while I binge watched NETFLIX this past weekend in an
effort to force myself to stay home and nurse an almost-cold. The majority of
the time, I watched all of season one of THE CROWN. It is a take on Great
Britain’s Royal Family and other luminaries whom rubbed elbows with it during
the first three-quarters of the twentieth century. At the center of the show is
Queen Elizabeth II. In my estimation, it is excellent entertainment—great
writing, superb cinematography, and outstanding performances, despite my hunch that
rumor and speculation is elevated to Gospel Truth in it—although it might be
just that, as far as I know. The thing about it that struck me most forcefully,
however, is the portrayal of the queen’s struggle to separate the personal
Elizabeth from the figure-head who wears the crown, referred to throughout the series
as “The Crown,” an entity unto itself answerable ultimately only to God, a
living thing that takes precedence over all else. Oh, how I relate to Elizabeth’s
struggle, and boy, did I learn an invaluable lesson from her this weekend.
Like
me and so many women of her and also of my generation, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary
Mountbatten Windsor is described as an introvert in her true nature, a person
who prefers to keep away from the limelight, who would have been perfectly
content to be a wife and mother, and to live modestly and privately. But also
like me and so many of my soul sisters in the arts, in business, in politics,
in the clergy, and other areas, she had a calling, a destiny far bigger, more
insistent, and more essential than her private self and its inclinations. No
one else could do what she was called to do. I am of the opinion that not a day
goes by that her job is not agonizingly difficult for her, that if permitted, she
would choose to cavort with her horses and dogs, to read fine literature
instead of government papers, to watch good British TV and films, and to show
up at cultural events openly as an ordinary person. But she shows up at her
job, more consistently and persistently, than any other British sovereign ever
has done. “Why?” I asked myself. “Why, when her job has impacted so negatively
on her family, and even threatened her marriage and her own soul, didn’t she
throw in the towel like her paternal uncle did?”
I
think she discovered a secret—well, not a secret exactly because countless others
have discovered it since the beginning of time, and several of them were her
tutors in that regard: her father King George VI, and Winston Churchill among
them. The riddle I think she solved was that the crown is only a representation…it
is not the true Elizabeth. The time she puts into it, the promotions she does on
its behalf, take nothing away from her essential self. This shy person, who
dislikes talking about herself, is not marketing herself. She is marketing the
crown.
I
caught onto the riddle this weekend, too, finally. Queen Elizabeth II taught
me. She opened the dreaded box for me in which I stuff my battle with myself
over promoting my work: my art, and especially my books. She showed me how to
get over my fear that nobody really wants to know about my work, and how to
stop worrying about coming across as a pushy salesperson. One of my fellow
authors confided to me recently that promoting her books makes her feel like a politician.
I get it, because that was me, too. Through the queen’s example, I figured out
that my work is a living and breathing entity beyond myself that deserves its
own life—not unlike that of the crown she wears. While my work is influenced by
what I bring to it, and is channeled through me, it is not the real me. Nobody
is going to view my paintings or read my books and through them catch me naked
in my shower or sitting on my toilet. My work is not an invitation to invade my
privacy or corrupt my soul. It is a painting…a book, and it is my job, and can
only be my job, to wear my artist and author crowns with the confidence that they
are my soul’s sacred callings, and cannot be prisoners of my touchy ego’s
preferences. What happens to them once I put them out in the public eye is God’s
choice, not mine.
Columbus, Oho,
USA, and multi-award-winning author, Linda Lee Greene has authored and published four books. All of
them are available worldwide in eBook and soft cover at online booksellers. Her
latest novel, CRADLE OF THE SERPENT was
designated as a finalist in the 2018 American Fiction Awards Competition. It
was also awarded a 5 Star Review by Readers’ Favorites. In addition, she was the
recipient of the 2018 Peter Hills Writing Competition for her winning short
story, ELLA’S EDEN. Scheduled for release in early 2019 is her novel, A CHANCE
AT THE MOON. It will be available in soft cover and eBook at Amazon.com and
other online booksellers. An
extensive exhibition of Greene’s artwork can be viewed at www.gallery-llgreene.com.
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