Several months ago, I saw a link to a documentary film being made in the US by Mary Trunk. I watched the fundraising trailer for Lost in Living and was entranced. I cried, watched it again, cried, and donated some money. Then I waited for the finished film. A parcel arrived in the post last week – a DVD and a tote bag and a couple of postcards with a note from Mary. My postman left the parcel sitting on top of my letter box and the yellow dye from the wrapping paper got all wet in the rain, staining the tote with golden streaks. I cried. But the bit I was really waiting for – the film itself – was safely protected in plastic. I watched it that night, as soon as I could. It is a deeply resonant and honest film, well worth the wait. You will not be surprised to learn that it made me cry.
Here’s the trailer that got to me, big time. The film is, of course, even better.
I first read about Lost in Living on Rachel Power’s blog. Rachel is the author of The Divided Heart, a book that explores, like Lost in Living, the often-competing demands of motherhood and creative practice. I have recommended The Divided Heart to so many people over the last few years, so much so that I think it should be handed out to every new mother everywhere, as soon as she’s given birth, or before, as soon as she finds out she’s going to have a baby, or before, before she even decides to have a baby, if indeed it’s a decision at all. And to everyone who already has children. And to everyone who doesn’t have children but was once a child. To everyone.
When I left hospital after each of my children, I was given a bag containing dubious samples of creams I never opened and too many pamphlets spruiking maternity lingerie. But a parcel containing copies of The Divided Heart and Lost in Living, now that, that would have been more like it.