photograph: the end of a lunch party -- colourful table with a cake, bottle of wine, and various plates, jugs, glasses, cafetiere. there are five people around the table, and they look relaxed and engaged in animated conversation. the lunch party takes place in a home, with a door open to a bright balcony behind the table, and pictures on the walls. the people in this photo are: Theron Schmidt, Lucille Acevedo-Jones, Helena Suárez, Mark Trezona (who hosted this lunch and is standing up in the photo), and Sheila Ghelani.
My dear friend Mark Trezona died suddenly at the end of last
year. His was not the only death that arrived with shock and sadness during
2021. Indeed, the news arrived at the end of a year that brought grief on so
many levels, repeatedly. But there arrived with his death something else – a
feeling that propelled me to write this.
I wondered what this particular feeling of loss was, how to articulate it. My
partner suggested that it was the feeling of losing chosen family. And I think
that’s something of it. Mark was indeed part of my family, and an important part. But
there was something more to this loss: Mark, I later realised, was also part of my lineage
– one of those people who quietly and generously offered me the tools I needed to
survive, as a freelancer, as a listener, as a human.
Though I haven’t seen Mark for a number of years, those tools he offered still serve me
every single day. I carry them with me now, and know them as mine. So I’m
writing this as a way to celebrate Mark, to mourn his loss, and to acknowledge
the strength of energetic resonance that remains with me from the many gifts he
offered. And more broadly, I am also writing this to acknowledge
what a great difference we can make for each other, to encourage each of you to
know how much you make a difference, and to celebrate those people in all of
our lives who gently have our back even when they might seem far away.
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Here are some things I can tell you about my experience of Mark.
He
cared about care. He took the time to host beautiful lunches as part of
our working relationship, recognising that making and sharing food
should be at the heart of how we interact as humans. We joked during
those years that one of the foundations of our working practice was
cake (but we were also very serious about it!)
He didn’t care if his success looked like other successes. He really was
prepared to do things differently, and to lead with his heart. Sometimes wildly
impractical (and unafraid of figuring out what was needed to make the
impractical doable!) but above all committed to being present and generous with
those around him. He believed that humans could be happy, and he worked to
share this belief in a wide variety of contexts, always open to learning and
growing as he went.
He taught me some really big truths about boundaries and generosity. He taught
me that there is a version of selfishness that is generous, that is about
inviting each person to take responsibility not just to show up, but to show up
with honesty about where they are at and what they need – and that knowing when
you can’t show up is a core part of this work. He helped me understand the flip
side to this too, that there is a version of generosity that is selfish, where
we spread ourselves thin, keep showing up without having the energy or
resources to follow through – and this version of generosity is pervasive, and can
be dangerous. Together, and later separately, we worked to create models of professional
practice based on these truths, inviting care and listening into the heart of
every meeting we had.
Once, when I was in the height of striving for ‘career success’ as an artist, I remember
asking Mark about a piece of writing he was working on. I wanted to know whether
it was finished yet, as I was keen to read it. He said something that I found
extraordinary. He said that he hadn’t managed to finish it yet, in spite of
repeated deadlines and a desire to get it done, and that he was trying
really hard to pay attention to his own reluctance. At the time, I was surprised and slightly puzzled by what he said, but now it makes a lot of sense to me.
It is, among other things, a counter narrative to the vicious cycles of pseudo-efficiency
that dominate many of our worlds, distracting us from the things we care about.
Sometimes, we are procrastinating because our bodies are guiding us with
wisdom. Listening in, we can find what is needed. It’s a far kinder and more
interesting way to approach procrastination than the usual punitive approach
that many of us take on by default.
These are just a few things that I learnt through my relationship with Mark – a
relationship that was clearly and explicitly always about friendship as well as
work. He helped me trust my instinct that work relationships could also be
heart relationships. And at the core of this was his ability to listen, to
really listen, to whoever he was with.
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I remember talking to Mark about loss some years ago, right
before we closed the performance company we ran together. It was during a
sweet, intimate gathering that marked the closing of the company but was also a
ritual for endings more generally.
During the evening, Mark confessed to me
that he didn’t usually acknowledge endings. He said he preferred to keep living, to keep moving. He didn’t like saying goodbye. And in the moment
that we were having that conversation, he said that something shifted for him. He was emotional thinking about the ways in which he had avoided goodbyes in his life.
I
wanted to end with this story because it is poignant to me. I wanted to end by
acknowledging that Mark found loss difficult to deal with, and he recognised
this. And in honour of this moment, I want to invite us to be with our losses, with
the feelings of holding on or letting go, and the feelings of moving on or avoidance, acknowledging
that these are all ways of being with our grief.