By Karen Wills
I just finished Helen Macdonald’s edgy, tender, and thought-provoking book, H is for Hawk. It’s about her love for her father, her grief over his death, and her lifelong passion for falconry and training hawks. One goshawk named Mabel helped the writer through her worst pain.
As I grew up, I developed passions for certain activities. My passions had their own vocabularies, far too precise to be jargon. As I remember, I think the vocabulary became a part of my love for both language and ballet. For example, in ballet there are five positions. In each, the arms and feet are placed in only one way. A pas de deux is always a dance for two, and so on. In class, we were taught the vocabulary of ballet and expected to remember the words and put them into precise movement. Otherwise the beauty we aspired to would just turn uncertain and clumsy. The language of ballet was all language and movement. Most people only recognized the dance.
Macdonald had a passion for falconry even as a child. Here is part of the reason for her passion.
“Young birds are eyasses, older birds passagers, adult-trapped birds haggards. Half-trained hawks fly on a long line called a creance. Hawks don’t wipe their beaks, they freak. When they defecate they mute. When they shake themselves they rouse.” She adds, “I wanted to master this world that no one knew, to be an expert in its perfect, secret language.”
There’s a dark side to working with raptors that means it could never be my passion, but I fully understand the attraction of words so perfect in sound and meaning that they become irresistible.
I’m grateful this Thanksgiving for many things, especially for words and that putting them down on paper is the longest lasting passion of my life.
Writing has allowed me to feel like a passage, but never a haggard. I hope your passions come with words that feel like magic.
Karen, what a thoroughly enjoyable posting. I never thought of the words in dancing and hawking, but it is so true with most endeavors. They all have their own language. Mine is golf. Tee, putt, hook, slice, fairway, great shot and oh darn. Marie
Thanks, Marie. ‘Hope you don’t have too many oh darns.