Review: The Handmaid's Tale on Hulu

For the past couple of weeks, I have been watching The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu. My reaction to it is interesting: despite some strong mixed feelings about whether or not I like the story, there is something very powerful about the storyline, a deeply resonant thread that keeps me coming back despite an often unpleasant visceral response and yes, sometimes a sarcastic “Really?!? Seriously?!” thrown at the screen when certain things happen. For the past two weeks, as I’ve watched the show, I observed and listened and finally have realized just what I am perceiving: the storyline is so very timely in this era of #MeToo and the lashing out of the shadow that lurks in all of us. It is giving voice to a powerful, terrifying rage that haunts our psyche. The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu is an unabashed exploration of that shadow, an unapologetic imaging of the suppressed feminine rage that whispers (or screams) in all of our heads. How we react to that rage varies depending on our upbringing, gender and level of energetic awareness, but we all know the fundamental rage quite well—and The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu unashamedly illustrates it. 

Hope lingers that there will be some happiness to be found along the way in the story—and there sort of is—but the question becomes how much of ourselves will we allow to be consumed by the shadow? To heal something, one must fully feel it, and one of the ways we do that is to witness with compassion even the strongest and lethal shadows there are. But how far is too far? Will seeking to claim vengeance in an effort to lance the pain ease the rage? And if it does, how deeply does one dive into the storm? Will it take over and fundamentally change us for the worst? These are all deeper questions posed by the television show. 

Interestingly, The Handmaid’s Tale, as written by Margaret Atwood, is very different, a warning of what lurks in the shadows, not a full-on wading or swimming in the darkness. The show doesn't even pretend that it is speaking about anything but vengeance: we watch the question get asked again and again through multiple characters on the show. 

Why such a difference between the two? Here is my perception in this moment: this television adaptation of Margaret Atwood’s novel on Hulu has a very different timing than the book Margaret Atwood wrote: the #MeToo movement is very much here, reminding us that though we have come a distance compared to the 80’s when the book was published, there remains yet quite a distance to go. When Margaret Atwood wrote the story, the rage was very much there, but the changing times had not yet started to bring the pain, the violations and the rage to the surface yet. This iteration of the timeless classic is giving voice to something that has been bubbling to the surface for a very long time, and although violent vengeance is not something I personally choose as a response most of the time, I have very definitely felt that rage on occasion. It lurks in all of us, waiting to be seen, to be acknowledged. Not forgiven or ignored, just witnessed.

Although the show is fictional, the themes in the show are very real and very relevant. It speaks to everyone—men and women alike, albeit in different ways—and it leaves a mark. People may hate or love it, but very much like the shadow it is expressing, the show wants to be seen. The shadow that the show reflects simply wants to be known. This show does a beautiful job of stripping all the “glory” of that shadow away. Vengeance is ugly. The acts that created the pain that lead to it are visceral and ugly. However, humanity is capable of great evil AND great good. In the end, no hero is uni-dimensional. No villain appears out of thin air without facets. And no one has the answers—there are only different paths, some of which are more or less painful than others, but they all have the right to be heard. The long domination of the toxic masculine is coming to an end, and healing arrives—but to heal the hurt one has to feel the hurt. This show is brutal, agonizing and may never heal. It poses the question: what if we never heal? Is that okay? That’s yet another question without an answer, and we can only face it with compassion for ourselves and those of us who are lost in the darkness.  

There is at least one more season coming. Will I watch it? Maybe. I am a sucker for a series, and there are some bright gems sprinkled through the show that have me curious to see if they will germinate (and yes, I personally want to see redemption for the characters, the story and the world), but at the same time, the show is as it is. It is dark, but it gives a brilliant voice to our own torments through characters who are struggling with the same questions we are. Can we heal and release that pain that has dominated our lives for generations? Is that darkness all there is, or does there remain light in our lives? Is it only about revenge? What toll does revenge take on who we are and those we love? How are we going to live our lives in the future once that revenge has played out? Do we take responsibility, or continue to spread blame? What is the difference? 

After all, the light is real, but so is the darkness. There is no hiding from it, no pretending that it doesn’t exist any more. And maybe just maybe, that’s okay. As my favorite Rumi poem says, 

This being human is a guest house. 

Every morning a new arrival.  

A joy, a depression, a meanness

Some momentary awareness comes

As an unexpected visitor

Welcome and entertain them all! 

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows

Who violently sweep your house 

Empty of its furniture.

Still, treat each guest honorably. 

They may be clearing you out 

For some new delight. 

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

Meet them at the door laughing,

And invite them in. 

Be grateful for whoever comes,

Because each has been sent,

As a guide from beyond.

The world in which we find ourselves today seems to be wreathed by shadow. I invite the shadow in, I see it, respect it and acknowledge it while knowing that we are, at the core, still beautiful, still light and still loved. I see the fear, the rage and the deep despair that The Handmaids Tale does so well at illuminating and I embrace all those parts of me that resonate with it. We are here to witness a fundamental shift in the human psyche and if it hurts in the healing, I know from personal experience that fully accepting the hurt for what it is and allowing it to be present within me to the fullest, changes the pain into something else. What that pain becomes, is unique to each of us, but for me, the other side of pain feels so peaceful, so restful, so flowing. It feels like being cradled by water, floating weightless in space. In those quiet spaces between the raging waves of pain and violence, I have seen glimpses of other possibilities so truly beautiful, they take my breath away. Those possibilities represent a freedom and expansion that lead to true nirvana. 

Am I willing to step out of the darkness, to love the parts of me that resonate with it? YES. I’m willing to love with such ferocity that even those parts of me mired in darkness feel it. Am I willing to shift perspective so deeply that I can feel both heaven and hell and remain rooted in the divine NOW? Yes. And so I can watch The Handmaid’s Tale with a sense of deep compassion for not just the characters who are in so much pain, but myself and the world around me as well.

Alawahea—it is as it was, is and will be and Kyanalira—divine love be with us all. And so it is. 

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Shifting Dimensions

As we get closer to the release date of Revelations, Book Three of the Azellian Affairs and the world continues to be a very odd place where things are changing so fast no one can keep up, I’ve pondering the question: can we shift dimensions? Or is that just science fiction fantasizing?

Considering that some of the things that our science fiction authors like Isaac Asimov and Arthur C Clarke used to write about HAVE come true (cell phones and pocket computers anyone?), it’s hard to dismiss the notion out of hand. After all, the concept of a wheeled vehicle that can go a hundred miles an hour plus would have seemed like the most insane science fiction to a society dependent on a horses and buggies. Yet science got us there—and there are vehicles that go WAY faster than that. Although there are some REALLY tantalizing possibilities in the realm of quantum physics where alternate dimensions are theorized and even likely, science has not quite yet gotten us to the place that we can hop in our teleporter machine and go to another dimension.

In my own explorations of the highly-unlikely-and-on-the-surface-impossible, I have discovered that it is indeed possible to shift dimensions. It’s simpler than it sounds. And at the same time, much harder. Because it requires us to fully embrace our own selves, fully and completely and to wake up to what is possible. Not always easy. The key is choice. There is a statement I heard somewhere that changed my life once I fully embraced it: we can’t control what happens to us, but we are always free to choose how we experience what happens.

That is the key to shifting dimensions: choice. Do we see those who hurt us as evil jerks who deserve to have their heads chopped off for daring to damage us? Or do we see those who hurt us as struggling beings who are simply echoing the deep damage they experienced in their lives? It’s much easier to find compassion for someone else in pain when we ourselves are able to forgive the pain we’ve caused ourselves and others.

Pain exists. Anyone who says pain is an illusion is desperately hiding from it, hoping it will go away. Pain however, is NOT just that wrenching, ripping, tearing sensation that sears us to the bone. It is—something else. Our relationship with pain evolves and changes as we do, until we relate to it differently. Once that happens, pain becomes an opportunity, a message and a possibility. Even as we hurt, we are no longer afraid of it, and once we are no longer afraid of it … we are free. Free to choose, free to not choose. Free to be, free to not be. Free to do anything at all. We’re even free to hide, although once our relationship with pain changes, hiding becomes rather irrelevant.

The world we each live in is deeply colored by our perspective. To change our perspective, we have to be able to choose. To choose, we have to be willing to change our relationship with pain. Once we do that, freedom is ours.

Having said that, when do I shift to the dimension that I’m living in Italy on the coast enjoying the Mediterranean easy life?!

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Star Wars: Being a Science Fiction Fan

As I come home from watching Star Wars: Episode VII The Force Awakens, I am reminded of the pleasure and fun I had as a teenager first watching Episode VI: Return of the Jedi. Although I saw that movie first, before the first two, I had played with the action figures from the first two movies and knew the basic story line even before stepping into the movie theatre. Going to the movie with friends was as much fun as I’d had in my entire, rather reclusive, teen years. Seeing a movie three times in the movie theatre? Going to a movie with a crowd of other teenagers? That was a first for me…and well worth the trip, all three times.

Besides the fun mixing of old and new, the new movie reminded me of what a science fiction fan I actually am. I have always been a science fiction fan, but it has dimmed these past few years of focusing on other things instead of the realms of fantastical, possibility-stretching entertainment. Watching a masterful blend of science fiction and romance reminded me again why I write what I do. Star Wars has become so intertwined with our culture that it’s pretty much part of it. It certainly contributed heavily to my writing, along with other sci-fi classic writers like Marion Zimmer Bradley and Andre Norton. It melded drama, with a leavening of humor, and action, building characters we all got to know, then as children, played with endlessly. So much so, thirty odd years later, we bring our children to the newest release and reminisce with them over memories thirty years old.

Whether you like (or saw) Star Wars or didn’t, chances are you certainly are aware of the phenomenon of it. For those of us who did see it both when it originally came out, the re-releases, the re-boot (continuation) and now the re-re-boot of the franchise, it is a reminder that the innocence of childhood lurks not all that far behind our grown up lives. Stories that are driven by character, action and plot? Sign me up, please! After seeing Star Wars again, I am reminded that my fascination with science fiction and romance is ever growing and continues to this day. I get to play there now, in a different way, through my stories and my sharing of posts with fellow sci-fi readers, writers and fans and I remember how grateful I am to be a sci-fi geek who has allowed herself to play in this space. I get to write fun stories, too!  What could be better than that?