Jun. 06, 2011
(Dreamstime)
Earth and Spirit
Federico Fellini’s beautiful 1963 film “8 1/2” is an autobiographical
story about a director, Guido, played by Marcello Mastroianni, who is
trying to complete his new film. As he tries to escape pressures by
entering a fantasy world, incidents in the film repeatedly link to
childhood memories, showing how his Catholic upbringing shaped his life.
One scene involves an odd incantation. At a party, a magician
performs with a clairvoyant who demonstrates her ability to read
people’s thoughts. A skeptical Guido agrees to be a subject. The
clairvoyant studies his face and then writes the words “ASA NISI MASA”
on a blackboard. Fellini then cuts to a brief flashback of Guido’s
childhood. “Asa Nisi Masa” is a bedtime chant the children would say, a
phrase with the power to make the eyes of a wall portrait come to life.
The chant is children’s play language, pig Latin. When each second
syllable is dropped, we have the word
anima. Fellini was
interested in the work of Carl Jung, who used the word
anima to
describe the personification of female characteristics in the male.
It’s a reference to Guido’s confusion about women; the film shows how
the many women in his life influence his thoughts and actions.
The word
anima means soul or life force. It’s what gives
zest and lift to our lives.
I head-over-heels befriended a young woman who lived upstairs from my
first apartment in college. Her name was Christina. Her eyes flashed
with wit and intelligence. She had an ironic mouth, a wry humor, a
stalwart strength, a storming and irreverent mind. If the moon had a
sister, Christina was the dark-haired and more stimulating of the two.
Lost in the razzle-dazzle shock that is late adolescence, I wouldn’t
have been surprised if she had suddenly unfolded filmy butterfly wings
and fluttered up off into the evening. I wanted nothing less than to
gather her silver music, her darkness into my hands, and take tentative
sips.
One summer evening when it was too hot indoors, we sat, Christina and
I, in a back alleyway under a buzzing neon billboard and talked, just
talked, until well past midnight, about things we discovered we both
happened to treasure -- Mervyn Peake’s
Gormenghast fantasies,
Captain Nemo, Ray Bradbury, calling butterflies “flutterbys,” about
outrageous thoughts and madcap schemes. That she liked what I liked and
thought funny what I chuckled at -- moreover that she even fancied, just
like me, crunchy peanut butter spread over toast -- these were
discoveries. Not only did I share the planet with mysterious creatures
like her, but in important ways we were kith and kin.
We related to each other as equals. The one time I strayed from this
footing, she lashed out at me expertly, with uncanny radar, demolishing
me with a few well-chosen words.
We all have such encounters. Others are alluring, nurturing,
enchanting -- and can be dangerous, just as nature is.
Ecofeminist Starhawk titles her blog “Dirt Worship.” It’s shocking,
revealing the discontinuity in our religious views, and shows how
reclaiming the feminine together with the sacredness of the natural word
is a political act as well as a spiritual calling -- and it’s deeply
healing in an ecological sense.
The split between spirit and nature, with “spirit” assigned to men
and “body” to women, devalues not only women and female bodies, our
source, but the natural world, also our source, and gives human beings
license to destroy the very life-support systems that sustain us all. To
heal that split, we embrace the deep value of this world, of life,
flesh, nature, sexuality, emotion, intuition and all the nurturing
aspects that have been assigned to women. This is what creation
spirituality is all about. When we empower women, we also free men -- to
hold their own bodies and sexuality as sacred, to reconnect with the
Earth and their own loving, emotional and nurturing selves, to feel
their passion.
When women can cherish the vulnerability of men as much as men can
celebrate the strength of women, a new breed may lift a heavy yoke from
us both. We all could breathe free, look life’s realities in the face,
deal with them in an adult way, and stop recoiling from them like 50-,
60- or 70-year-old teenagers. Among the disruptions of our time, the
strife between women and men takes heavy casualties -- families torn
asunder, broken hearts, a wasteful drain of vitality, a Catholic church
broken apart. It’s hard to see how the rift will mend.
After several decades of marriage, I am beginning to learn: When the
light comes, it shines on a man who wishes to grow up before he grows
too old. We can move into responsible masculinity -- and humbly discover
what we’ve been missing.
The Minneapolis
Star Tribune asked poet Robert Bly to
propose activities for a National Day for Boys equivalent to Take Our
Daughters to Work day. Bly suggested fathers take their sons off to the
library and show them the books and play the music they love. Women have
often been excluded from the work world, Bly noted. “I think it’s just
as likely now that men will be shut out of the inward world.”
Asa nisi masa.
[Rich Heffern is editor of the Eco Catholic blog on NCR’s Web site at
NCRonline.org/blogs/eco-catholic.]