World Weary Woman – her wound and transformation by Cara Barker

World Weary Woman – her wound and transformation by Cara Barker

If you were to ask me (I don’t recommend it if you are looking for a cheerful, uplifting answer) how I am, my most common answer is “I’m tired.” It’s a boring answer, and to some, a tedious one. “Oh we’re all a bit tired,” is sometimes what the response is. I gnash my teeth and stay silent. The tiredness of chronic illness, of M.E and other exhausting and debilitating conditions, is not the same as normal tiredness, yet people never believe it. There’s a sense that those of us with these conditions are somehow glamourising our exhaustion, demanding medals and accolades for taking the bins out.

I’d go further, though. I’m more than just tired. I’m weary beyond measure, beyond expression. I’m dragging myself through life like this and I can’t seem to feel relief or find any real explanation. I’m grieving, true: grieving for my father, my family and also for my country and my world. But the weariness began a long while ago and is reaching crisis point.

So when I spotted a book with certain words in its title, I leaped at it.

World Weary Women” by Cara Barker (subtitled An Adventure in Creative Living) isn’t a massive tome. Only about 150 pages or so long, it explores the concept of extreme weariness, following a ten years study focused on what the author refers to as Type A women. Type A women are described (self-described too) as driven and high performance. Significant numbers of the women in the study had suffered profound losses such as bereavements, divorces, and 17 of the 36 had suffered the loss of a child. Having delayed publication of the study for reasons she could not explain, Barker was faced with something so profound, so terrible that it changed everything. Her only son was killed. In the aftermath of this tragedy, as the members of the study heard of it, each reached out to Barker in their own ways.

Barker writes: “Grieving the loss brought countless surprises, tortures and blessings, and a persistent sense that a story existed which could help me in a time of raging chaos. It took some time to find it – in the Grimm collection of fairy tales. When I found, “Mother Holle” I knew I was not alone. What I experienced seemed part of a larger, archetypal story. Although the particulars might vary, there appeared to be a unifying thread which reconnects us to redemption.”

In combining the stories of the women who participated in her original study, her own story and that of the Grimm’s fairy tale, Barker explores the driving forces that leave women exhausted and despairing of life, and hints at a way through. There are no easy answers, no self-help ten step programme to get yourself back on track. No recipes for exercises or diets or lifestyle plans. There are no calls to work harder, smarter, better, more organised. This may be why this little book, filled with great power and wisdom, isn’t one of those huge best-selling phenomena that people say, as of a holy book, “It changed my life!” For Type A people, there’s a trap in that sort of thing, that encourages the continuing mindset of hauling oneself up by the bootstraps, working harder and longer and later. Instead, the glint of light the book offers is about play. Specifically about creative play that serves the soul and not any external need for validation or approval, and my goodness, this is difficult. In a time when people are encouraged to turn their every hobby into a paying one, to do something creative for the sake of the soul alone is so counter-cultural as to be almost shocking.

For me, this is a faint hope of dawn, of light returning at the end of a very long tunnel. I’m not sure how or even if I can do it. It’s so enculturated that every activity has to justify its use of time and resources. Writers write to be able to sell books and make a living. Artists have to make what will sell. I’m not decrying any of that, because we all have bills to pay. But as an author (albeit a very minor one) the pressure to distort what I write so it passes certain criteria for being saleable, it’s seductive, frighteningly so. To write a book because it serves my soul’s journey, not in the hopes of selling a million copies, that is something I need to learn to do, and not be seduced into subtly changing it to suit what the market demands. When I wrote Strangers and Pilgrims over ten years ago, I wrote it because there was a story pushing through me. It did not, I believe, originate with me, but from something beyond me. I’ve been trying to write a sequel for some years. What constantly sabotages it is my fear that the book would not be well received, and would not sell. The concept of the book is beyond my capacity to tamper with it, and so we have had a sort of stand-off. I’ll write (most of it is long hand) when the channel, so to speak, is clear. The moment I try to shape it, it stops. There’s a second novel, again in long hand, that is running sort of parallel, and again, as soon as I try to shape it, it vanishes. It’s maddening.

I am going to read “World Weary Woman” again, and try to take more of it in, but I would urge anyone experiencing the same sort of extreme weariness to look the book up and get a copy to read. It may not contain THE answer, but it does contain clues and hints and is company for the journey you are on.

12 thoughts on “World Weary Woman – her wound and transformation by Cara Barker

  1. As always, a great post Viv! I have the book (somewhere) on my shelves, I’ll dig it out later! I hadn’t thought about how every hobby is being encouraged to turn it into a paying one. Well, thank goodness for the option of self-publishing this poet says! Warm winter blessings, Deborah.

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    • Yonks ago (as in decades) I used to make wine and various liqueurs, from garden and hedgerow fruit and herbs. I was (no false modesty) extremely good at it. Even then, friends would say, “You should do this as a business!” but I had a quick look at what it might entail and shuddered. It would have destroyed the joy I had in the alchemy of brewing. So I said no, and continued to make the wine just for family and friends. I stopped a long time ago, but sometimes miss it, but thankfully there are companies who make old fashioned country wines etc that I do sometimes indulge in. Blessings to you on this Imbolc Eve.

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  2. Lovely post Viv. Very depthful. Yes, the wound IS the transformation, how can it not be.

    Cara Barker’s use of a Grimm Fairy tale sounds extremely apt.

    Glad that you’re sensing a faint ray of light at the end of a very long tunnel. May it glow stronger. Take as much care of yourself as you can…

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  3. I understand what you mean Viv. Two and a bit years from radiotherapy and I still have bouts of fatigue that are difficult to break. I am reading Susan Calman’s Sunny Side Up at the moment. A really good reminder of how important kindness and joy are in this sometimes gloomy world.

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  4. Just what I needed to read, Vivienne! The drag towards ‘write, publish, sell!’ is always there (for us ALLi members on FB!!) andin all th eother areas as well, themore one feels weary the more one TRIES… our horrible culture! I have jjust been told I must both work (on my own not always helping others) …and PLAY – timely, thank you so much! I might have a look for the book! May I put this blog on my FB page please, and encourage others to read it?

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