By RuthAnn Deveney

Over the weekend, I re-read Two-Part Invention, which is my very favorite Madeleine book. This memoir is about her 40-year-marriage with actor Hugh Franklin, going back and forth in time between their early courtship and maturing marriage with Hugh’s battle with cancer. It is, as I warn people, very sad.

I probably found this book in late high school or just before college; this is my best guess based on what I had already read from Madeleine at the time. The first section of the book talks about her single life, when she worked as an understudy and stage manager on Broadway while she worked on her first novel. I began to see the connections between the events of her life from her nonfiction and her novels like The Small Rain and Certain Women. By the time I went to college, I was well-versed in her writing and it had had a huge impact on me.

In so many ways, I felt that Madeleine articulated things that I felt, even if I had not consciously expressed them to that point. Two-Part Invention is the most poignant example of that resonance for me, and every time I revisit it, a different line rings in my mind.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it. Both of my copies are secondhand with brittle pages and weak parts of the spine. The writing feels old, but in a solid, good way. Two-Part Invention was published in 1988, two years after Hugh passed away. At that point, he and Madeleine had been married for 40 years, so now almost as much time has passed since his death (and the publication of the book) as their entire marriage. There are some quaint, “product of the times” aspects to the memories, like writing to book hotel rooms (?) and how Madeleine had to fight to breastfeed her newborns.

But the overwhelming feeling I get from this memoir is its realness. Madeleine talks about the backdrop of war in the sixties; she wrestles with her identity as an atypical housewife (writing was not “real work”); and she confronts the failings of modern medicine. She works through the difficulties of a long, painful illness and then just the beginning of her grieving process. These are universal concepts of the human condition, so the memoir never grows stale for me. Instead, I found myself surprised at how fresh and straight-forward her perspective was. Madeleine is wacky and wandery, but she does not mince words.

This time around, I was drawn toward the passages about difficulty and hardship. I am not naturally a romantic person, and I doubt I was ever swooning over the giddier parts of the book. But now that I have been reading this memoir for at least 15 years, I can see how my mind inclines toward harder topics.

Madeleine talks about prayer — how can she pray rightly for Hugh in his illness? She wants him with her, of course, but he is in terrible pain, and every possible complication does indeed occur. Her weariness and frustration is palpable. I unconsciously clenched my fists and my jaw as I read, only noticing after the fact and then consciously releasing the tension. Part of my response is investment in Madeleine and Hugh’s story; part of it is fear of grappling with this pain and sorrow in my own life. Please, no. But probably, yes, sadly.

As I finished the book, I reflected on why I keep coming back to it. It’s certainly not a 100 percent pleasant experience to read. Some parts are comforting and light: learning about Broadway in the sixties is fascinating, and I love to cheer on young Madeleine as she writes her early novels. But most of it is really tough. Despite that, I think the book is optimistic and life-affirming.

Madeleine says, life is hard, but it’s good. And usually, it’s good because it’s hard.

When my husband and I were dating, as it became clearer and clearer that we might get married, I approached him cautiously about reading Two-Part Invention. He is a reader, but the overlap in our reading taste was and is very narrow. Plus, I was painfully aware that opening up this part of myself to him would make me very vulnerable. I can’t remember how I asked him to read it, and I don’t think I posed an ultimatum, but it was clear that this book (and his liking it) meant a lot to me. Not that we would break up if he didn’t like it, but … well, let’s not think about that. So I lent him a copy and commenced low-grade fretting.

After a time, he returned the book to me. “I liked it,” he said simply. “I feel like I know you a lot better now.”

Relief! And today marks 13 years of marriage for us. I hope that we can be as wise and strong in our marriage as Madeleine and Hugh were in theirs.

 

RuthAnn Deveney works in corporate learning and development and loves walking around her small town of Kennett Square, Pennsylvania. She lives there with her husband, dog, and a huge collection of Madeleine L’Engle books, including her most prized volume: a signed copy of A Swiftly Tilting Planet, which a friend gave to her in high school after finding it at a yard sale for fifty cents! You can read more Madeleine musings at RuthAnn’s blog or follow her on Twitter and Instagram. This piece was originally published June 25, 2018, on RuthAnn’s blog.

 

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By Melissa Giggey

I was a scrappy little tomboy standing in front of my fifth-grade teacher’s bookshelf, scanning all the possibilities. I remember with vivid detail the moment I laid eyes on the pink and blue spine of A Wrinkle in Time. I was intrigued. It was almost a magnetic pull. I was about to change, and Madeleine was guiding me.

As amazing as it is that I remember that moment, I don’t recall reading the book. I remember thinking that I knew the book was true. But I do remember distinctly the next time Madeleine came into my life. I was in eighth grade: rebellious, full of angst, and yet still a reader. One day while browsing the library, the name “L’Engle” caught my eye, and I pulled off the shelf A Ring of Endless Light. I read about the Austin family next, then I completed the Time Trilogy. I bought a copy of A Wrinkle in Time and re-read it over and over. I read whatever was in the library. I found a few spiritual reflection books and finally read about Poly O’Keefe. I’d become obsessed.

By college, I started buying old books online. I was now a collector. I had a list of all her published books and started checking them off. It was during this time that I wrote Madeleine a letter while she was at St. John the Divine. I was thrilled to receive a reply (though a little bummed that it wasn’t from her but instead from Léna Roy, her granddaughter). Madeleine was getting older. I was too late! I would not be able to attend her writing seminars or to correspond or look forward to new books. I was to only learn from her legacy. So I set out to do that.

In January 2017, I made a commitment to read all of Madeleine’s books as they were chronologically published.  This was in conjunction with the celebration surrounding Madeleine’s 100th birthday preparation and the release of the Wrinkle in Time movie. As of today, I have 13 books left.

I have just finished the Austin family chronicles with Troubling a Star, and my journey has brought me closer to Madeleine the writer, the mother, and the friend.  I have also traced my own faith journey that began with A Wrinkle in Time (but that is a story to tell another day).

So far, I treasure the Crosswick Journals the most because they are purely Madeleine. She isn’t veiling her life and her stories within another character; she features herself. I first read A Circle of Quiet at around age 16 and at once knew that Madeleine was a kindred spirit. As I began rereading the Crosswick Journals as an adult, I examine how far I’ve come from the anxious, unsure young woman I was to the brave person I am. The books make me ask, How much dreaming does it take to live deliberately? How much of my introversion benefits from my choices to make the most of my life?

My choices have led me to a life of nurturing and teaching. We can’t let our mind fight our hearts constantly. This is where I find validation of my profession, my calling, as a teacher.  IQ can’t measure love; a test can’t ever measure who a person truly is. When we try to help children find “self” we simply have to show compassion and teach empathy. They will in turn develop a true self as they practice love.

Madeleine expounds on this idea: “How do we teach a child—our own, or those in a classroom—to have compassion: to allow people to be different; to understand that like is not equal; to experiment; to laugh; to love; to accept the fact that the most important questions a human being can ask do not have—or need—answers.” Madeleine equates this to fanning a flame in children.

In contrast, I feel that a general lack of self in adults is reflected in our maddening political climate. Madeleine talks about the tendency to not be brave enough to rebel when it is needed, but instead to follow the crowd. She says that we should be afraid of people who deal with generalities and not particulars. Our leaders today have exploited a culture of stunted maturity. But if we speak to the generalities—the madness in our country has mostly to do with a “cause” or multiple “causes” that people have embraced. Many have placed a false hero at the helm of their mission. There are many who aren’t self-aware enough to know their own mind and choose for themselves. It is all smoke and mirrors on the part of the administration to wrest power from the weak. The scary part is not knowing the administration’s end game.

However, I am in particular speaking of those I love who I have admired in the past. They are family whom I love and who I consider to be nurturing, loving people. In this climate, however, they have become consumed by hate, prejudice, and the generalities that are being fed to them. There are individuals who can’t seem to understand that the people they should love the most, those closest to them, are alienated and hurt with the maxims of their causes, such as “make American great again.”

In a bold move for her time, Madeleine compares these types of reactions to falling for communism. She quotes E.M. Forster’s essay, “Two Cheers for Democracy”: “I hate the idea of causes, and if I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.” How did we become a nation of people willing to turn against each other for the sake of “causes”? How can my family have turned against those they love and chosen country over friends?

Madeleine continues, “This is a statement no good communist should accept, a communist will–or should–betray any friend, parent, child, for the party. When we choose a generality, an idea, a cause, instead of a person, when this becomes the accepted, the required thing to do, when it doesn’t matter if villages are destroyed by bombs, traffic deaths become statistics, starving babies can be forgotten.”

It is reassuring that when Madeleine wrote A Circle of Quiet she was in her 50s. She was naïve and always questioning. She knows there is constantly a battle for self and it takes place in the mind. Now in my late 30s, I am just now beginning to understand this battle.

Melissa Giggey spends most of her time reading and writing with teenagers in a classroom and exploring life and adventure as a mom in Gainesville, Georgia, but reads voraciously and writes on her blog, is on Twitter @giggsteach, and Instagram @melissagiggey.

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Dear Ones,

Katherine Paterson gave a moving keynote address at the November 2019 Walking on Water conference. She talked about her writing process, what it means to have readers, and Birdie, the protagonist of her latest novel, still awaiting publisher’s edits. She moved the audience (and herself) to tears, and reminded us, as Madeleine said, that “in art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars.”  Listen and watch her speech, and Sarah Arthur’s introduction, and be moved.

–cjv

 

 

 

By Peter Royston

In the book Literature Into Film, author Linda Costanzo Cahir writes, “Every act of translation is simultaneously an act of interpretation,” and that “Through the process of translation, a new text emerges — a unique entity — not a mutation of the original matter, but a fully new work.”

Madeleine L’Engle would be the first to acknowledge that the creation, or the incarnation, of new life, of “a unique entity,” grants the creator a great deal of power — but also a great deal of responsibility (to paraphrase Spider-Man!).

That responsibility comes down to choice: how do we as artists choose to adapt, to translate, original works?

“An artist is a nourisher and a creator who knows that during the act of creation there is collaboration. We do not create alone,” she wrote. That collaboration is usually between the audience and the creator but in the act of adaptation, another player comes into the mix: the original artist. Adaptation becomes a triangular collaboration between the adapter, the audience and the original creator. But how do we choose to face that collaboration? As an act of silent worship, or as an active conversation?

For L’Engle, choice is the most important part of being an artist, just as it is the most important part of being a religious person. By choosing, we fix order onto the chaos around us. In “Icons of the True,” (chapter 2 of Walking on Water) she writes that the non-believer “sees no cosmos in chaos, we are all victims of the darkness which surrounds our choices; we have lost our way; we do not know what is right and what is wrong; we cannot tell our left hand from our right.”

It is the artist’s job to make choices and therefore assign cosmos, or meaning, to chaos. Said another way, as she posits in A Wind In The Door, artists are Namers. She writes, “Stories are able to help us to become more whole, to become Named. And Naming is one of the impulses behind all art …When we name each other, we are sharing in the joy and privilege of incarnation, and all great works are icons of Naming.”

Cahir posits three different types of adaptation models: 1. Literal translation, in which the plot, dialogue and “all its attending details” are exactly as they are in the original text, 2. Traditional translation, where much of the overall plot of the original is there, but other changes have been made that the new creators feel are necessary, and 3. Radical translation, “which reshapes the book in extreme and revolutionary ways,” reinterpreting the original and making it more of its own “unique entity.”

If we had to label L’Engle’s opinions on adaptations, we can infer what L’Engle would have thought. She wrote that, “to serve any discipline of art … is to affirm meaning.” But comparing stories to the paintings of Icons of Eastern Orthodox artists, she wrote, “The figure on the icon is not meant to represent literally what Peter or John or any of the apostles looked like, nor what Mary looked like, nor the child, Jesus … The icon of Jesus may not look like the man Jesus two thousand years ago, but it represents some quality of Jesus, or his mother, or his followers, and so becomes an open window through which we are given a new glimpse of the love of God.”

For L’Engle, the “open window” for adapting artists was not through literal adaptation but radical translation. Why? Because far more important was the capturing of the quality or essence that gives us a “new glimpse” of the original. “An Icon is a symbol, not a sign,” she wrote.

Of course, an adapting artist must collaborate with her work with great humility. Like Meg in A Wrinkle in Time, artists need to appreciate their faults.

“We are human and humble and of the earth, and we cannot create until we acknowledge our createdness,” Madeleine said. We cannot Name unless we are Named.

Peter Royston is the Director of The Music Hall Academy, the performing arts/enrichment program of the historic Tarrytown Music Hall in Tarrytown, NY. A theater educator and writer, Peter is the author of over 50 study guides for Broadway, Off Broadway and regional productions, including a series of lesson plans for the A Wrinkle in Time play adaptations at Stage Partners. Peter wrote the award winning history timeline for Actors’ Equity’s 90th Anniversary, and a resource guide on the artist Al Hirschfeld for the New York City Department of Education. He was also a writer on NYCBOE’s “Blueprint for the Arts” for Theater. Peter is currently working on a theatrical adaptation of Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wind In The Door.

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Dear Ones,

A typical 100-year-old birthday party does a lot of looking back on a life well lived — but when we celebrated what would’ve been Madeleine’s 100th year, we wanted to do a lot of looking ahead, too. After all, what’s better than for Madeleine’s words and wisdom to echo throughout others’ lives and work over the next 100 years?

Fans responded, sharing how she influenced their careers, relationships, and curiosity about the universe. We’ve been sharing these anecdotes in social media, and even in the last Madeleine L’Engle newsletter (you’re subscribed, right?!). Today, we just have to keep the party going a little longer:

I have always had a love of fantasy literature, but oddly had not heard of Madeleine L’Engle until I was in college. Her books were crucial to my understanding of my place in a gigantic world full of possibility. She melded the spiritual and the physical in a way that I had never considered making science and faith accessible and very real. I am very grateful to her for creating worlds that help better define the one I am living in. ~ Laura Saloiye, public librarian

They taught me at an early age to look into myself and find my peace. I love passing Madeleine’s inspiring writings onto my fifth grade English Language Arts students especially in light of what they face growing up in today’s world. ~Amy Y Adams, educator

From the first time I picked up one of her books, my universe expanded and my curiosity was piqued. Not only did I get lost in each book, but I also became engrossed in learning as much about the scientific world as I could. Her books were priceless in my world and remain so today. ~Katie Michna, school librarian, educator

A Wrinkle in Time was the first book I ever read that allowed me to be the heroine in a story where the stakes were high and the themes profound. It made me realize I wasn’t alone in my awe of the universe, that somewhere there was a brilliant, published woman who felt the same. It carved out a space for me. It made me realize I could have a career in science if that’s what I wanted. I went on to become a Chief Technology Officer and even had the chance to work alongside Sally Ride. Now, I’m writing children’s books of my own, carving out new spaces for a new generation. ~Nicole Valentine, educator

You’ll find more reflections about Madeleine and her lasting influence on readers and fans by searching #LEngle100 on social media, and on our website. If you’re inspired, post your own reflection — remember to use the hashtag #LEngle100!

Plus, a podcast is in the works! With a special co-hosts and archival audio, we want your voices there, too. Do you have a question you burning to ask? Send a voice memo to social [at] madeleinelengle [dot] com!

Tesser well,

Erin F. Wasinger, for MadeleineLEngle.com.

Dear Ones,

As we close in on Christmas, we’re honored to share with you a poem from The Ordering of Love: New and Collected Poems of Madeleine L’Engle.

Consider this reflection a preview of the more substantial gift: a re-release of The Ordering of Love by Convergent Books. Complete with a new foreword by Sarah Arthur and a readers guide by Lindsay Lackey, the new edition will be available in February 2020.

 

The Risk of Birth, Christmas, 1973

This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn —
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn —
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.

What comet might Madeleine have referenced in this poem? Well, according to the Internet, in the fall of 1973, scientists and the media had people hyped up about the Christmas-time appearance of Comet Kohoutek, which was supposed to have been “The Comet of the Century.” But by the time the comet was visible from earth — December 23, 1973 to January 2, 1974 — the comet was nothing but a disappointingly faint spot in the sky. (It made for a great poem, though.)

One more Christmas gift you don’t have to wait for: Enjoy these homemade family Christmas cards, created byMadeleine. Which is your favorite? (Mine’s the card from 1959 — very Wrinkle in 



Time-esque, with pets!)

Tesser well,

Erin F. Wasinger, for MadeleineLEngle.com.

Dear Ones,

On the way to work, I pass a house with a sign out front: “REMEMBER: Jesus is the Reason for the Season.” The sign’s a common enough sight in the Midwest every December … but I wonder as I drive by: Wouldn’t Madeleine have found that yard sign lacking?

For Christians, Jesus certainly plays a leading part in the season. But can we claim to be able to sum up the reason for the season in one word (or one Word)? What of the waiting, the recognition of God in the flesh and living among us now? What about redemption — and the party? What of the “glorious mysteries” inherent to a season where God comes to earth via a teenage girl, a virgin?

All these things are explored in poems, reflections, and short stories in the new edition of Miracle on 10th Street: And Other Christmas Writings. The book released in late October by Convergent Books, bearing a new foreword by Diana Butler Bass (most recently, Grateful: The Transformative Power of Giving Thanks) and readers’ guide by Lindsay Lackey (All the Impossible Things).  Some of Madeleine’s words are unpublished elsewhere; others are excerpted from her 40 years of work, including two Austin Family stories.

As Butler Bass writes, Madeleine doesn’t “scold” readers into remembering the real meaning of Christmas. Instead, she asks us to contemplate the ordinariness of our days and just to wonder: whoa — God put on skin and joined us here. Butler Bass credits Madeleine’s focus on the incarnation to her Anglican faith. Anglicans are “Christmas people,” she writes, whose God has a certain “with-ness.”

“Anglicanism believes in a king who finds a stable and manger the most suitable of birthplaces, and who fetes his friends by serving up a simple meal of bread and wine,” she says in the foreword. “This is, more than anything else, a homey faith, a spirituality of humanness and hospitality.”

Readers will find evidence of a “homey faith” in Madeleine’s ruminations on icons, motherhood, her creative Creator, chaos and cosmos, and the interdependence of all creation. Madeleine’s curiosity about “glorious mysteries” keep the collection from sentimentality and religiosity. But while we’re exhorting each other to “remember,” consider Mary was a teenage virgin, bearing a son in a cave. The Christmas story is not a logical one:

“Had Mary been filled with reason / There’d have been no room for the child …,” Madeleine writes in the poem “After Annunciation.”

Had the Christmas story been filled with reason, there’d be no room for mystery. Maybe if we’re going to remember anything this season — yard-sign theology or not — it’s just that we can’t begin to understand every gift of the season. As only Madeleine could pen it in the reflection called “Such Smallness”:

“The neutrino and the unicorn
danced the night that Christ was born.”

And I’ve not seen either of those things on a yard sign yet this season.

Tesser well,

Erin F. Wasinger, for MadeleineLEngle.com.

Dear ones,

Few seasons have us as toss’d and torn in different directions as the holidays do. If you’re already tired (or just anticipating the fatigue), allow us to offer you, um, A Circle of Quiet (see what I did there?).

Today I’m so happy to share a reflection from Barbara Braver, Madeleine’s friend and former housemate. Barbara, along with Sarah Arthur, led a reflective retreat the day before the Walking on Water Conference last month. Her words fed souls, sure, but they also elicited a lot of nodding heads and busy pens-on-paper. Especially this one:

“There is no such thing as coincidence,” Barbara said, quoting English mystic Evelyn Underhill. “It is God’s universe caught in the act of rhyming.”

Following Barbara’s words, below, are the poems she referenced and read during the retreat. Be still for a few minutes and enjoy:

“William Temple, a theologian who served as Archbishop of Canterbury in the mid-1900’s, once reflected: ‘When I pray coincidences happen, and when I don’t, they don’t.’ Swiss psychologist, Carl Jung, coined the word ‘synchronicity’ to describe what he observed as the ‘fact of meaningful coincidence …’

“Oh, and I have experienced this rhyming universe. As I am able to attune myself to them, fresh words and new rhyming schemes appear. My friend Mary calls to ask me how I am doing when, as a matter of fact, I’m not feeling terribly jolly and could most definitely use her encouraging word. I am thinking with gratitude of my dear father – now gone from any visible place and thus unavailable to me as it seems for some 40 years – and his favorite opera starts up on my car radio. Because I think it is a lucky thing to find coins dropped on the sidewalk, they pop up at just the right moment – and it’s not about being richer by five cents but about the unexpected ‘luck.’

Barbara Braver. Courtesy of Lorna Rande.

“Yes, I believe it is so. Our universe does rhyme. And why is this? My own sense is that I am receiving a message from the loving force at the center of the universe, a force that Jung said ‘cannot be understood as anything except a phenomenon of energy.’ I name this force as God, but the name doesn’t so much matter. It is the love that matters.

“I believe we are held and cared for. I believe life is an opportunity to ponder, and sometimes to laugh at the weirdness of things, the improbability, the tragedy, the circumstances we would never have imagined, the love unexpected and present, the weakness unanticipated, the strength that comes when we need it.

“Yes, I believe there is no such thing as coincidence. In God’s universe we are all caught up, held, in the force of a love that binds us all together. I am listening. I am attentive. I am eager to feel the love. I need, every day, to hear the rhyme.”

 

 

Poems referenced by Barbara Braver during the retreat (with text for harder-to-find poems):

  • Last night as I was sleeping – Antonio Machado
  • Layers – Stanley Kunitz
  • Love after Love – Derek Walcott
  • Luci Shaw wrote a poem inspired by a line from Marge Piercy: “The pitcher cries for water to carry …” It is in her book, Eye of the Beholder.
  • Two prayers/poems were included from Praying Our Days: A Guide and Companion by Frank T. Griswold.

 

Our true home is in the present moment – Thich Nhat Hahn – Life Prayers/367
Our true home is in the present moment.
To live in the present moment is a miracle.
The miracle is not to walk on water.
The miracle is to walk on the green Earth in the present moment,
to appreciate the peace and beauty that are available now.
Peace is all around us in the world and in nature, and within us;
It is in our bodies and our spirits.
Once we learn to touch this peace, we will be healed and transformed.
It is not a matter of faith, it is a matter of practice.

Percy (9) – Mary Oliver
Your friend is coming I say
To Percy, and name a name

And he runs to the door, his
Wide mouth in its laugh-shape,

And waves, since he has one, his tail.
Emerson, I am trying to live,

As you said we must, the examined life.
But there are days I wish

There was less in my head to examine,
Not to speak of the busy heart. How

Would it be to be Percy, I wonder, not
Thinking, not weighing anything, just running forward.

Growth – Priscilla Triebs
Like any seed, I must endure the split,
Live out the cruel dividing pain of it,
Release the outer form to inner heart
So growth can push resisting rims apart;
Allow the dull protective coat to shred
And lie in dry brown husks, completely dead.

New miracle…now watered by my grief;
Emerges sturdy stem and tender leaf.

A Morning Offering – Philaret, Metropolitan of Moscow, 1821-1867.
Lord, grant me to greet the coming day in peace.
Help me to rely upon your holy will.
In every hour of the day reveal your will to me.
Bless my dealings with all who surround me.
Teach me to treat all that comes to me throughout the day with peace of soul
and with firm belief that your will governs all.
Guide my words and deeds, my thoughts and feelings.
Teach me to act firmly and wisely, without embittering or embarrassing others.
Give me strength to bear the fatigue of the coming day with all that it shall bring.
Direct my will, teach me to pray, pray yourself in me. Amen.

Patient Trust – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.
Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are quite naturally impatient in everything
to reach the end without delay.
We should like to skip the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being on the way to something
unknown, something new.
And yet it is the law of all progress
that it is made by passing through
some stages of instability –
and that it may take a very long time.

And so I think it is with you.
Your ideas mature gradually—let them grow,
let them shape themselves, without undue haste.
Don’t try to force them on,
as though you could be today what time
(that is to say grace and circumstances
acting on your own good will)
will make of you tomorrow.

Only God can say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
Give our Lord the benefit of believing
that his hand is leading you,
and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself
in suspense and incomplete.

 

Peace, love, joy, and hope to you this season,

Erin Wasinger, for MadeleineLEngle.com.

Dear Ones,

Well, after more than a year of planning, Walking on Water: The Madeleine L’Engle Conference is behind us. Envisioned not as a fan conference but rather a gathering of seekers looking to deepen their creative lives, about 150 attendees, 30 panelists and session leaders, and a dozen or so volunteers came together at All Angels’ Church on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

The animating theme for the conference was taken from a quotation of Madeleine’s from Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art:

“In art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars.”

 

Sarah Arthur. Photo credit: Lisa Beth Anderson

Sarah Arthur, who co-directed the conference with Brian Allain of Writing for Your Life, reminded us in her opening keynote that water is most often stormy, angels announce themselves with “Fear not!” (suggesting that our first instinct is exactly that), and that to move among the stars is not to commune with serene planets and stars suspended in the silent emptiness of space. If we do this, she said, “we do so on a kind of dare.” It’s a call to action.

We’ll be posting more about the event over the coming weeks — there was a lot of wisdom and passion in evidence over two days, and we want to spread the message far and wide — but I’m eager to share some highlights from the general sessions and other moments (there were nine other sessions, and if I tried to touch on each one, this post would be too long! You can still see the full schedule and amazing roster of speakers here).

    Barbara Braver. Photo by Brian Allain.

Barbara Braver and Sarah Arthur led a spiritual and writing retreat for a sold-out group on Friday. Barbara prepared the participants by sharing poems (a later blog post will have those resources) and reflections on what it means to live with questions. Writing prompts in the afternoon from Sarah, time to write and reflect, and then sharing in small groups and finally all together, finished the afternoon.

 

Audrey Assad in concert. Photo by The Rev. Nate Lee.

While not part of the conference itself, All Angels’ hosted conference musician-in-residence Audrey Assad for a sold out concert on Friday night. Her music is deeply moving and added so much, helping set the tone and vibrational quality to the day.

 

 

    Katherine Paterson. Photo by Lisa Beth Anderson

Katherine Paterson’s Saturday keynote revealed that she has just finished a new novel whose protagonist Birdie I cannot wait to meet! She moved all in the audience with her words, especially when she herself go choked up talking about the privilege it is to touch young people’s lives.

 

    Charlotte Jones Voiklis. Photo by Cornelia Duryée

I had the honor of closing the conference, and talked about how every single one of us is called to be creative, that we too in our creative output are, as Madeleine said in her Newbery Award acceptance speech, “capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly, being a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.” I also made myself cry at multiple points in the talk, but asked the audience to help me compose myself by taking some deep and slow breaths together.

We made an effort to try to capture the magic of the conference through video, audio, and still photography, and will be figuring out the best way to share moments so that they continue to have an impact.

If you attended the conference and took photos, please share them on social media with #LEngleConference, or send them to conference@madeleinelengle.com .

We also have a podcast in the works, and if you have a short takeaway from the day, or a response to the question “In what way does Madeleine inspire you to be creative? Why are you compelled to create the way you do?” please take a quick audio recording of your answer on your phone and send it to us. (Full disclosure: I don’t think I’ve got the question right, but if you know what I’m getting at — the “why” rather than the “how” — and have a better way of putting it, let me know!). Extra credit: we’d love different voices telling us what they think “Tesser well” means!

— Charlotte Jones Voiklis

Fans could be forgiven for feeling as if they personally know Madeleine L’Engle. Maybe their bookshelves are lined with a trove of her non-fiction titles; maybe the voices and characters from L’Engle’s fiction books are stuck in their minds. We fans may even have read Becoming Madeleine: A Biography of the Author of a Wrinkle in Time by Her Granddaughters and A Light So Lovely: The Spiritual Legacy of Madeleine L’Engle. “Quiz us,” we fans might say.

But a biographer — now there’s someone whose job it is to introduce us to a person in a new way. Biography is an art form, for sure, and one we’ll be talking about during the third round of breakout sessions at the Madeleine L’Engle conference, Walking on Water.

Two biographers will converse during the session (Writing a Writer’s Life: The Art of Biography): Madeleine L’Engle’s biographer Abigail Santamaria and Mary Oliver’s biographer Lindsay Whalen. Specifically, we’ll be able to hear them talk about the unique challenges of writing about artists, and why the works and lives of these two major 20th-century American women writers continue to resonate.

Before we get into that topic, though, we asked Abigail to go autobiographical for a second. Let’s get to know her better!

Abigail Santamaria

What excites you about the Madeleine L’Engle Conference?
Abigail Santamaria: Professionally, as Madeleine L’Engle’s biographer, I’m excited to meet so many people who knew her. I would love to hear stories, memories, thoughts and insights about Madeleine’s life and work from all who are willing to contribute. To those who knew her: please introduce yourselves! If there’s not time to chat during the conference weekend, I’d love to exchange contact information.

Personally, while I’m looking forward to the full menu of offerings I’m most excited about hearing Katherine Paterson, one of the hero authors of my adolescence. I vividly remember reading Bridge to Terabithia in my childhood canopy bed, tears streaming down my cheeks; I couldn’t believe I was crying over a book. For the first time, I consciously understood that books were capable of eliciting profound emotional responses. That was a foundational experience.

Do you have a Madeleine story/quote/moment that has inspired you?
Abigail Santamaria: Oh boy–choosing one means leaving out so many others! But here is one — not necessarily THE most inspirational, but this bit of dialogue from L’Engle’s Camilla has affirmed my proclivity for risk-taking, even when those risks wrought unbearable waves of insecurity:

“No such thing as security. Doesn’t exist. Only a feeling of security.”
“Then I’d like to have that feeling.”
“No, Camilla, not really. If you were secure, things wouldn’t change, would they?”
“I guess not.”
“Without change — uncertainty, fear that goes with it — we wouldn’t be.”
“What do you mean? Why not?”
“In order to be, honey, we must progress. Once we stop moving, we die. In order to progress, we must change… Life is the greatest of all arguments for insecurity.”

In what ways does a legacy like Madeleine’s inspire the way you create art for a new generation?
Abigail Santamaria: Another tough one. My answer to this changes frequently depending on what book(s) of Madeleine’s I’m reading or what particular aspect/period of her life I’m researching.

What are you working on now?
Abigail Santamaria: My big years-long current project is the first adult biography of Madeleine L’Engle, which will be published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux. The book will be a thorough, fully-sourced portrait — a prodigious task. Madeleine led a long, rich life full of friends, family, and fans with whom she corresponded at length; full of long solitary journal-writing sessions; full of lectures, sermons, interviews. And she came from a family that saved nearly everything, from letters to journals to sermon audio. Her paper-trail is more like a vast network of all terrain trails. (To give you a sense of the level of minutiae in her archive: I found a pre-Civil War grocery receipt, dated nearly 60 years before Madeleine’s birth in 1918.)

And because Madeleine is so contemporary, there are loads of people to interview. This fall I’m working on a secret special smaller Madeleine project, which I can’t talk about publicly until spring. Stay tuned! It’s a good one. In addition to my own writing projects, I co-own  (with the brilliant Kate Buford) a business called Biography by Design, which specializes in privately contracted biographies, family histories, memoirs, corporate histories, and histories of non-profits and other organizations. We also provide services including ghostwriting, manuscript editing, research and nonfiction book proposal consultations.

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One more bonus: You can read an excerpt from her first biography, Joy: Poet, Seeker, and the Woman Who Captivated C.S. Lewis.  

For more about Lindsay Whalen, check out this essay, written just after Mary Oliver’s death. Whalen’s book about Oliver is forthcoming from Penguin Press.

The two women certainly have interesting things to share about a couple of our favorite authors! Can’t wait to hear at the conference, Nov. 16 in NYC! Until then —

Tesser well,

Erin F. Wasinger for MadeleineLEngle.com.