I deeply admire Ellen Burstyns scrupulous honesty and the urgency with which she pursues enlightenment. An extremely moving story of a fully lived life.
Toni Morrison, author of Beloved
A life of probing, seeking spiritual paths, forming friendships with Buckminster Fuller and Carlos Castaneda and, finally, reflecting the ambiguities of human behavior in her acting. Lessons in Becoming Myself doesnt stint on movie chatterbut its essence is an authors search for inner truth. Gracefully written, the book avoids the soft-focus clichs of a New Age quest. Burstyn spent six years writing it, working between movies and stage workEvery word is her own.
San Francisco Chronicle
With the honesty of a diary, the world-creation of a novel, and the suspense of a mystery, Ellen Burstyn takes us with her on the deepest adventure: the voyage toward ones authentic self. You will hear her voice long after youve put down Lessons in Becoming Myself, and it may lead you toward your own Becoming.
Gloria Steinem, founder of Ms. magazine and author of Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions
Ellen Burstyns memoir, Lessons in Becoming Myself, is a moving, haunting account of her lifelong search for her true identity, and I found myself completely absorbed in each phase of her remarkable and enlightening journey.
Horton Foote, author of A Trip to Bountiful and Tender Mercies
Lessons in Becoming Myself is a beautiful, unforgettable journey into integrity and authentic power. A very special book of the heart.
Gary Zukav, author of The Seat of the Soul and The Dancing Wu Li Masters
Candid and unassuminga balanced mix of insider theatrical anecdotes and inspired philosophical revelations.
Booklist
Beautiful, inspired.
New York Post
L ESSONS in B ECOMING M YSELF
Ellen Burstyn
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To all my teachers
Contents
Invocation
I can remember where I was, but not how I came to be there. It was a large undeveloped field on the corner of a busy thoroughfare. I must have been ten or eleven, maybe twelve at the most. It was a field I passed on the way to the A&P. I had no groceries with me, so perhaps I stopped on the way to the store, always one to be on the lookout for stolen moments of unsupervised solitude. What I remember is lying on my side in the tall weeds, cars and trucks going by, but me hidden from view, being quiet, my head on my left upper arm staring at nothing really, and then my eyes wandering down to the earth only inches from my nose. There, to my surprise, was a teeming busy other world. An ant labored under the weight of a dried orange peel ten times its size. A larger black ant climbed a stalk of wild grass. A fly was devouring a tiny mass of putrefied something. The whole area was alive with activity, purpose, industry. These creatures were consumed with the concerns of their lives. None of them seemed to be aware of me, although I was probably mashing to death whole neighboring villages with my body at that very moment. Should I happen to shift my weight, I could leisurely crush them to death. And suddenly I felt like God. This must be how God occasionally regards us, just as fascinated by our determined comings and goings and then just as indifferent as I would soon be to these creatures. The thought that I was about to turn from their earnest living made me love them and, in fact, remember them well enough to write about them sixty-odd years later. They are long since dead, but they are alive in me because I remember them. It is remembering that feeds consciousness. A mental photograph of that moment is part of me now, and it gives me a Godlike point of view. Had that ant prayed to me to help him with his orange peel, its possible that I might have heard, felt, sensed some rustle in my awareness that might have prompted me to pick up a stick and urge him along. Or not. But it certainly would have helped him to think he lived in a world where divine intervention was possible. It would have given him courage, as it gives me courage to pray. I can feel Gods divine indifference to my supplications for love, fame, money, or spiritual enlightenment. I can feel God not care whether I am successful in getting my orange peel to my chosen destination. But from the point of view of a laborer in the fields of God, I thank Him/Her for not rolling over onto me this day and for allowing me the opportunity to look up as I carry the burden of my ignorance and say thank you. Thank you for the remarkable gift of life, remembrance, and prayer.
In my uniform, St. Marys Academy.
I was six or seven.
PART I
Beginning
Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.
H ELEN K ELLER
D own in the basement of my house, there is a room where I store my archives: every script Ive ever worked on, photos taken of me and photos Ive taken, diaries, journals, appointment books, calendars, and notebooks from all the way back to my beginnings.
But that is only the outer room. There is an inner room where I store my feelings. I was blessed with a good memory. John Gielgud once said to me, Memory is like any muscle. It must be exercised. I have trained my memory and I exercise it often. When I need to access a particular emotion for a role, I imagine taking an elevator down to my inner archive, where I quietly flip through the files until some memory rises up and offers itself. Then I move into that event and it comes alive in me.
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