There was a beautiful film that came out a few years ago here in France.  Called ‘La Source des Femmes’ (The source of women), it told the story of a group of women in a small North African village who went on a sex strike after the men in the village refused to bring running water into the village.  For centuries, it had been the women’s job to go and collect water from the well at the top of a hill for cooking, which was grueling work in the heat and often dangerous work.  Some women even miscarried whilst doing it.  The film is the story of what happened when the women all united to withhold sex from their husbands until the men consented to their demands.

 

It is a touching and beautifully made film and, whilst the idea of a sex strike has controversial connotations in the feminist movement today, it makes some important points about notions of power and love.

 

Typically, love and power are seen to be polar opposites and, often, seem to be at open ends of the spectrum of male-female dialectics.  Love is seen as a passive, idealistic, ‘soft’, quality; power denotes force, energy and, often, aggression.  Invariably, power is seen as the preserve of men; love, of women.  Women are often discouraged or afraid to express power and love as a quality is often diminished and belittled as weak.

 

But what would it mean if we could look at the idea of love as a power?  Love as a transformative power that has a far greater force than our current notions of power that are so often displayed in our world.

 

Power, considering it’s Latin root, posse, means ‘ to be able’.  It expresses a sense of capability, of an enabling force, possibility, even.  The word ‘potential’ is a derivative of the word power and suggests a latent force that is in the process of being uncovered. 

 

Could it be that love is that latent force – an untapped resource - that will bring true strength, dominion and leadership to this world?  And one that is not limited by climate change, conflict or global instability?

 

Much is spoken of about women’s capacity to bring a more humane approach to world issues, and the importance of encouraging women’s leadership in the public sphere.  This is crucial and invaluable work.  But, we all know that love is not the exclusive preserve of women, any less than power that of men.  Indeed, it is the qualities of both the masculine and feminine that, when brought together, create a force more ‘powerful’ than anything we have yet to see.

 

The 19th century spiritual thinker and pioneer, Mary Baker Eddy, said: ‘The unity of masculine and feminine constitutes completeness.’

 

As the film so beautifully demonstrates, when women and men work together, each expressing the highest ideas of love and power, extraordinary things can happen.

In our house, Friday night is movie night.  And it’s pizza party too.  At the end of a long week, the kids get to choose the movie of their choice.

 

Now, I’m all for democracy.  But I was starting to lament the choice of movies.  Perhaps I was harbouring a nostalgia for the likes of The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, all movies that had been part of my own childhood.  But it felt to me that we all really needed to be watching sometime more substantial than a Disney cartoon.

 

Now, don’t get me wrong.  Cartoons have their place. But as a creative artist myself, I couldn’t help longing for something a little more artistically enriching and thought-provoking, something that would gently lift us, turn us 90 degrees around, and put us back down in a place we hadn’t been before.

 

To me, great art is something that both entertains and inspires.  It lifts us from the dullness of our everyday perceptions, offering new views and transforming our thinking.  It asks us to question our own firmly-held assumptions and, by doing so, enlarges our world.

 

I had suggested to my husband that we watch the movie ‘Billy Elliot’ on movie night.  The story is about a young boy from a depressed part of northern England, who develops a passion for ballet.  The movie is set against the background of the miners strikes of the 1980s and, in the movie, both Billy’s father and brother are on strike.  Billy’s father is furious when he finds out that he is learning to dance, considering it not the sort of thing that a boy should be doing.  When Billy’s dancing teacher alerts his father to the fact that Billy might have what it takes to get into the Royal Ballet School with the potential to be a world-class dancer, it throws the family into turmoil. 

 

The movie is directed by one of the UK’s foremost directors, Stephen Daldry, and not only was it an artistic triumph, but it was also a commercial success.  It is profound and moving and beautifully performed and filmed.

 

When it was suggested to the children that we watch it on movie night, there was an immediate veto in favour of Tin Tin.   Tin Tin was fun and the children enjoyed it and perhaps it was indeed the right thing to watch after a long week. 

On Saturday, however, we watched Billy Elliott.  The children were glued to the television.  I’ve never seen them more focused watching a movie.  The movie brought up the tension Billy’s father faced in sticking to his principles of striking whilst he needed the money to support his family and pay for Billy’s dream of studying ballet.   The children wanted to know more about why there was such a heavy police presence in this small village in northern England at this time. It touched on the death of Billy’s mother and the legacy she had left of music in their family.  The scene when Billy’s father is forced to smash his beloved wife’s piano, to use the wood to heat their home over Christmas, brought tears to the eyes of both the children and adults.  And, most profoundly, I noticed the entire family becoming ever more intertwined in hugs and love as they rooted for Billy’s success in his audition.  Great art can even be a unifying force.

 

I asked my husband how he felt after the movie.  He said he felt complete. I commented that I felt a sense of healing.  Even though Billy’s story was far removed from the reality of our own lives, the success of a piece of art lies in it’s ability to move us at a deeper level, as the themes it explores – poverty, injustice, family tension, death, hope - resonate with us all, young and old alike. 

 

The next day, we asked the children what they remembered from the movie, the part that had most affected them.  The youngest, aged 9, said he had been most struck by Billy’s father crossing the picket line to go back to work to earn the money for Billy’s ballet school audition.  A very adult problem that left a deep impression on a young child.

 

Perhaps we underestimate our children and what they are capable of understanding.  Art can be a powerful medium through which to open up the world of a young person and I think we do them a disservice by assuming they cannot be interested in things, people and ideas outside of their own experience.  We owe it to them as parents to stretch their world view and show them something beyond what they already know.