L is for Little

Thumbelina“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” -e.e. cummings

Act I

The CEO took charge of the retreat after lunch, pushing his staff into action teams to create a brochure, a potluck, and a video.

I watched my business partner, David, from across the room, wondering what he kept making notes of as the CEO spoke. Every few sentences, David would write something on a small notepad he held in his left hand. Note. Speak, speak, speak. Note. Speak, speak, speak. Note.

Finally, at the break, I walked to where David sat. “What on earth are you making note of every little bit? I asked. “I’m watching you from across the room and can’t figure out what’s so interesting.”

“I’m counting,” David replied. “I’m counting the number of times he says the word ‘little’ in reference to the work we did with this team over the past two days. Listen for it after the break.”

I wasn’t sure what David meant, but after the break, it became clear. “And so,” the CEO began, “we’re going to take what we learned in that little exercise and apply it to our work on the strategic plan.” Then a few minutes later, “remember that little exercise we did yesterday morning about perception?” And later still, “let’s don’t forget that little film we saw last night.”

Little, little, little. Not consciously, but all the more important because it wasn’t.

We reduce ourselves—and others—in so very many ways.

Act II

We presented a mask workshop one evening a few years ago for a community of engaged and ready learners. It was magical to watch what happened in a few hours—we learned about the masks we wear (and why), and saw what happens when we delve into deeper mask work to create new worlds in silent relationship. Magical, meaningful, deep—people in the room (ourselves included) were transported. It held great insight and great promise. As we walked into the reception afterward, the “buzz” about the session had preceded us, the evaluations had already been read. “Well,” one of the sponsors said, “I heard your little session went well.”

Little, little, little.

Thumbelina3Act III

“When people ask you what you do,” David said to me a few months ago at a planning retreat he and I took in the hills of New Mexico, "why don’t you ever say that you’re a writer?"

“Because I’m not a writer,” I told David, “not really.”

“And how many books and articles have you published?” he asked with a sly smile and a knowing look. “Exactly what would it take for you to consider yourself a writer?”

I’m not often speechless. I fought the urge to defend and explain and stammer in the anger that often comes with revelation, and just sat with his question instead.

We drove to Santa Fe a few days later for wandering and lusting after wood opal rings and spending time with a magical man named Robin. When I had given a guest lecture on storytelling the summer before, Robin had been in the class and even in the short time I was there, I immediately wanted to know him and be friends with him, a magnetic, incredible spirit of a human, with openness and glow that I rarely see. As we sat at lunch that day in Santa Fe, Robin asked The Question: "So tell me, Patti, other than storytelling, what kinds of things do you do?"

David’s look pierced my defense mechanisms. “I’m a writer,” I said, smiling broadly, confident that I had fulfilled the challenge. “And what do you write?” Robin asked.

I hadn’t prepared for follow-up questions, much like the time my mother bought me an interview outfit as I finished graduate school and we didn’t plan for what I would wear to a second interview.

“I write little essays every Monday,” I quickly replied.

Little.

Reduce. Reduce. Reduce.

David busted me on that, too. “Why do you call your essays ‘little’?” he asked later.

Why, indeed. I’ve stopped myself innumerable times since then, busting myself on using the word “little” to diminish what I do in the world.

We deflect and reduce in so many ways: with laughter, with language, with “little.” We learn—sometimes in childhood and certainly later—to diminish the bright light we bring into the world, to make it smaller, to hide it, put a shade on it—for many reasons—to raise others up, to avoid comparison, to minimize the fall when we fail, to protect and explain and rationalize and, it seems, to cover.

We don’t come into the world that way. “Are you a writer?” I heard Mr Brilliant ask Tess before dinner tonight, having read the draft of this essay. “YES! I’M A WRITER! I WROTE TWO BIG BOOKS!” she screamed, handing him two folded pieces of paper with drawings and letters on them.

Picasso once said, “Every child is an artist.  The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”  We’re good at reducing. What are our strategies for enlarging, expanding, growing into, being big in the world?, I wonder.


[Art from here.]

About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

14 comments to " L is for Little "
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  • Margery – you are so right and have pointed me to information I did not have – many thanks for the vivid picture – I was wrong to use that image to convey an unrelated thought and have deleted the unknowing reference to the Iditarod… I hope it didn’t keep you (and others) from gaining something from the rest of the essay…

  • I find it interesting that the person who used the word “little” repeatedly in your example was a man because so often I hear women doing it, certainly more often than men. I’d rather not see either sex ‘diminish the bright light we bring into the world’, especially the many times we do it unknowingly, but it seems men are quicker and more able to stand tall and declare their expertise in subject areas while women are more likely to demure, even when they know more than most people on the planet about a particular topic.

    Thanks for another wonderful and thought-provoking essay!

  • This has made me think, again, about the ways I make myself small and the times it feels like the safest choice.

    I love that Tess has no qualms about declaring herself a writer and her drawings books. I hope that assurance of self stays with her always.

  • Thanks again for an inspiring post. It really made me think about how often I do this as well and I’ll be on “high alert” for the next time it slips out!

  • I think you should write the immortal words of Barry White, who appeared on David Letterman once, reading the Top Ten List of Things That Sound Best When Spoken by Barry White.

    His #1:

    “Big-ass ham.”

    Try saying “big-ass essays” once in a while. See if it makes you laugh.

    Hell, I don’t do nearly as much as you do in the world: I don’t teach, I have no degree, I have only my work. And it suffices.

    And I see the truth in it, my dear. (See “E Is For…”).

    xox

  • Betsey

    Thank you so much for this essay, Patti. You are not only a writer, but an illuminating one.

  • Sally

    How could you, who touch so many lives with these essays (you know we write to tell you so) not consider yourself a writer? Your thoughtful contributions transcent the common blog definition, in my big opinion.
    This installment casts me into my brain, which says I am not a storyteller….. So I am giving myself a challenge for my driving and camping vacation, which begins tomorrow, and that is to entertain my children in the car with narratives I make up. (And allow the four-year-old to help me get the narratives where they are going.)

  • Patti,
    In your case L is for Large. You make the world a larger place with what you notice and bring to our attention and wonderment.
    David

  • Becky

    I have the bad habit of using the word little, too often about things I care passionately about. However, I recently said, “I am a potter!” and I meant it. I haven’t been on the wheel for 10 years, but I was quite good at it when I did it. So when I signed up for my pottery class starting next month, I took a plunge and started calling myself a potter again. Maybe that will help become less rusty more quickly! (I tried to type little twice in this comment, btw.)

  • not a writer? who are you trying to kid? I wish I had a quarter for every person who tells me (when I say I am an artist) “oh–I can’t draw,” or “I’m not an artist”….we are all artists (writers, poets, musicians) until we believe we are not. Your quote from Picasso says it all—how to believe we are naturally creative beings as we “grow up”?

  • I love that e.e.cummings quote. I sent this post to all my friends and when one replied, she even belittled herself in the reply-judging and making herself smaller for reducing. This is so ingrained in us-especially women.

  • Joy

    Patti, you are truly a gifted and talented writer. (W is for . . .) This essay reminded me of the following quote:

    “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” The above speech by Nelson Mandela was orignally written by Marianne Williamson who is the author of other similar material.”

    Enjoy, live large, and shine!

  • Spurwing Plover

    Thumbelina learned that by hlping save the swallow he would eventiualy return the favor by saving her from marrying the mole

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