Pebbles, ripples and impact: Don't hide your light under a bushel

We don't need to be a giant wave
crashing onto the beach to have an impact.
A small pebble tossed out into the water
can create a meaningful ripple.


My mother believed in telling someone what their work meant to her. She would often send me in to school with a note she had written to my drama, gym or music teacher about how much she had enjoyed X, Y or Z production in which I had participated. As a grade school kid, I was a bit embarrassed about what I perceived as odd behaviour on Mum’s part — why would my teachers care about her opinion? But as an adult, I, of course, recognize what a vote of confidence it was in those teachers, paying them not only respect for their work but offering the kindness of genuine appreciation for it. 

Now, I do it, too, often taking it one step further.

I communicate with the person to tell them that I appreciate their work, and sometimes I also offer up my own story as it relates to that work. Occasionally my message leads to nothing — literally; no response, no acknowledgement, nothing. That’s fine. Everyone is busy and some people won't care about me or my comments. But sometimes my message is like a pebble that lands in a pond and sends out ripples that lead to more.

Years ago, back in the pre-social media days, I sent author Sara Paretsky an email telling her how much I had enjoyed her book of nonfiction essays; I wasn’t sure she would actually read the email and I didn’t expect she would reply to it. So when a message from “Sara Paretsky” landed in my email inbox, I was astounded that the best-selling author of the V.I. Warshawski mystery novels was doing precisely that! And it was a real and personal message — from her, not an assistant or a bot. Fan-girl thrilled would describe my state when I received that message, though I was too stupid to save it or print it for my scrapbook. But the impact of receiving her response has stayed with me.

Last year, as my mother was in the final weeks of her life, I sent Sara another message, this one sharing the link to a piece I had written on my blog that was, in part, inspired by words she had shared on Facebook about how, when her husband died, the grief she felt was “like a piano crashing down from the sky”. I sent her my writing because of the impact her writing has had on me and because I wanted her to know that her words even just on Facebook land hard and good on those of us paying attention. And, again, she responded — not only to my email but to my blogpost: “Dear Amanda — You do me great honor if my words are a help to you in this most intense time. Thank you for sending the link to your post. Those last lines are deeply moving. And I hope, in your phrase, that your mother’s end will come softly and gently. Yours most truly, Sara.” That message is definitely in my scrapbook.

More recently, I sent an email to my local CBC Radio weekend morning show in response to a segment on remembering those who have died, and I included the link to my piece “Where is the end?” that I had written in remembrance of my mother and her legacy to me. In response, the show’s host invited me to be their “early bird” guest (the 6:15 a.m. time slot) and to read that piece on air, which I did. We ended up having a wide-ranging conversation about writing and its role in helping us process challenging things in our life. You can listen to it here. As a result of this guest appearance and reading, I have been invited to read my piece at a local poetry group, which I’ll do this week. It will be a first for me.

Another example: When my essay was published on Intima, a journal of narrative medicine in April, I sent the link to Dying with Dignity Canada; they shared the piece on their sites and then invited me to write a new piece for their blog. I ended up writing two; you can read them here and here.

We each of us carry pebbles in our hearts and minds, in our pockets and, sometimes, in our shoes. Sending those pebbles out into the world can create ripples that help us and that might help others, too. So, send them out there. Don’t horde them; share them. You just never know where the ripples created will land or how far-reaching they might be.

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Writing note: I have written a companion piece to the essay about my mother's medically assisted death published on Intima; you can read it here on their blog. 

Speaking note: If you'd like to hear me stumble through the French radio interview I mentioned a few weeks back, you can listen to it here.


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Comments

  1. From Diana: "Very well said. Words have an impact that we may never even know when we put them out there in writing. I enjoy your posts. They are always thoughtful. I learn from them. Congratulations on expanding the ripples of your words through a variety of connections!! Write On."

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  2. Thank you for your words which so eloquently echo the sentiments of my own heart and mind. I struggle to articulate them myself. I am an advocate of Dying with Dignity also and I am grateful that this is an option for people in Canada. I have always been supportive of good end of life care. I enjoy my volunteer work with the patients in our local Hospice where patients can now choose to receive MAiD as the end of their journey.

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  3. Thank you for two very thoughtful essays. A dear friend died on Saturday, so I’m going down that rabbit hole for the meaning of life … and death.

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  4. Amanda! - Thank you for sharing the CBC Radio interview; it was just wonderful to hear your voice this morning, not to mention your (always wise) words. Clearly, you were also an inspiration to Bruce, your thoughtful interviewer.

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  5. Thank you for being, as always, brave enough to share your and your mother's story. I too am an advocate of Dying with Dignity and supportive of their mission. To be able to be there at the end is the final act of love - while the love carries on. With appreciation.

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  6. It is apparent that the close relationship you shared with your mom is reflected in the ways you write about her due to how you think about her in your creative sense. Thank you Amanda

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