{"id":19403,"date":"2013-03-02T23:18:58","date_gmt":"2013-03-03T05:18:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artistsofutah.org\/15Bytes\/?p=19403"},"modified":"2023-11-13T16:49:55","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T22:49:55","slug":"when-women-were-birds-terry-tempest-williams-and-silence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artistsofutah.org\/15Bytes\/when-women-were-birds-terry-tempest-williams-and-silence\/","title":{"rendered":"When Women Were Birds: Terry Tempest Williams and Silence"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Terry<\/a>

Terry Tempest Williams (c) Marion Ettlinger<\/p><\/div>\n

Situated next to Provo, Utah, Orem is one of the most conservative communities in the United States.<\/p>\n

I mention the politics only to mark the courage of Terry Tempest Williams and why so many of us were struck by her transparency at the Orem Library when she highlighted one particular passage from her exquisite memoir When Women Were Birds: Fifty-Four Variations on Voice<\/i>.<\/p>\n

The memoir covers rich emotional ground about absence and presence, silence and voice, blindness and attention. It\u2019s the companion to Refuge<\/i>, telling what Williams wasn\u2019t ready to share twenty years ago, or even face herself.<\/p>\n

Before the event she was understandably nervous, but she spoke to honor the birthplace of her mother, a community foundational to her upbringing, and women who live in silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe all have our secrets,\u201d she said, and one of those is our relationship with sex.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a critical, soul-wrenching, community-jeopardizing conversation, and not just in Orem, Utah. So often birth control gives women their voice and power, which is why Williams believes it\u2019s not only a legal right but a spiritual one.<\/p>\n

For years three of her close friends concealed the fact of their abortions from everyone. It was an intrinsic, buried component of their identities.<\/p>\n

\u201cErasure,\u201d Williams said, is \u201cwhat every woman knows but rarely discusses. Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.\u201d<\/p>\n

We should make decisions about our reproductive health without the judgment of others, she said softly. \u201cIf a man knew what a woman never forgets, he would love her differently. . . . Because what every woman understands each time she makes love is, Life could be in the making now.<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n

What are the consequences of our guilt and shame and doubt?<\/p>\n

Like anyone, Williams has spent much of her life in retreat before she shares personal excavations. When she wants to know herself intimately, she handwrites her thoughts, going over each sentence again and again until the evidence is blotted from view.<\/p>\n

After writing \u201cThe Clan of One-Breasted Women,\u201d an essay that became the epilogue in Refuge,<\/i> Williams concealed it for two years, and she was afraid the book would lead to her excommunication from the LDS Church. One of the lines that terrified her most was \u201cblind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is an art to writing,\u201d she admits, \u201cand it is not always disclosure.\u201d It\u2019s tricky telling a personal story, one that resonates universally, because speaking from the truth of our hearts often requires a betrayal, a breaking of taboo.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s certainly not easy. And therein lies its power. \u201cOne story begets another story, begets another story . . . that becomes a shorthand for the courage in the community.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still, every day leading up to Desert Quartet: An Erotic Landscape<\/i>, Williams took another page, five pages, ten pages, out on her back porch in Emigration Canyon and burned them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a little concerned about the fires you have on your porch,\u201d her neighbor said. \u00a0But Williams destroyed them because, she related, \u201cI was too afraid that when I would go down the canyon to Dan\u2019s<\/i> to get groceries for dinner that I would be in a car wreck, and somebody would read what I wrote.\u201d Somebody like her husband.<\/p>\n

There was value in the process. One day, finally familiar with the emerging voice, she wrote something she could keep, something that skillfully said what she\u2019d been trying to express.<\/p>\n

Not that there aren\u2019t consequences to transparency, however gently engaged. \u201cThere are many times that we are ejected out of our tribe,\u201d she said with some emotion. But if our intentions are right, and we\u2019re patient, eventually we\u2019re re-admitted. Change requires conversations, a testing of ideas, hearing \u201cour own voice in concert with another.\u201d<\/p>\n

The ideas and questions keeping her awake at night fueled each new book. \u201cIf the old stories we\u2019ve been telling no longer serve us, what are the new stories? What is the new mythology?\u201d How can our personal creation myth propel us away from exploitation and numbness, toward attention and empathy and passion?<\/p>\n

In Refuge<\/i>, Williams found a sanctuary that could withstand her mother\u2019s death. In Leap <\/i>she grappled with her belief and ultimately transitioned from religion to spirituality. Finding Beauty in a Broken World <\/i>came after September 11th<\/sup>, when Williams faced the ocean in Maine and asked how to pick up the pieces. \u201cAnd the word the sea rolled back [was the art of assemblage] . . . m o s a i c.\u201d <\/i><\/p>\n

Which brings me back to When Women Were Birds.<\/i><\/p>\n

Without betraying the impetus, you can know there was a darkness only a mother could heal. And on her deathbed Diane Dixon Tempest left all her journals to her daughter, extracting a promise from Williams that she would save them for after the funeral. Shelves and shelves of journals: footprints, presence, comfort.<\/p>\n

They were all blank.<\/p>\n

How to translate such emptiness into awe?<\/p>\n

Terry Tempest Williams\u2019 words are a salve and a gift. I\u2019ll leave you to the journey.<\/p>\n

________________________________________<\/p>\n

\"When<\/a>

When Women Were Birds by Terry Tempest Williams, now out in paperback.<\/p><\/div>\n

When Women Were Birds: Fifty-Four Variations on Voice<\/i> was released this past week in paperback by Picador. Terry Tempest Williams is the recipient of many awards for her writing and environmental activism. Most recently The Community of Christ awarded her the 2011 International Peace Award in recognition of significant peacemaking vision, advocacy, and action.<\/p>\n

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