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So I was grateful to you for the way you refused to accept and promote cheap forms of love. It seemed to me that you encouraged young boys to dream of courting a girl honorably, and inspired young girls to dream of a noble prince who will treat them like the worthy princesses they are. Even those earlier breakup songs remind everyone that a girl’s heart is not to be toyed with or abused, and boys definitely need to have that message drilled into their dense heads constantly. It’s a downright shame that you are in the minority of artists that do this. So I want to encourage you to keep writing those lyrics that no one else writes, though I fear this encouragement is coming a bit too late.
I desperately wanted you to avoid falling into the same trap laid for so many young female artists: accepting the social pressure to conform to the stock-type of the angry, hyper-sensual, and nauseatingly selfish star who makes raunchy music videos to satisfy the lusty masses and withers the roots of her original musical passion. Recently, however, you did just that: you essentially killed off the old Taylor. I want her back!
I worry, Taylor, that in the midst of penning angry and vengeful lyrics and making senseless music videos channeling unproductive and narcissistic rage, you fail to realize how undistinguished and conventional you are becoming, even as you think you are creating a trailblazing new sound. But fear not: I am here to offer some solid life-coach advice! I would humbly propose an amazing and novel subject for a song that would surely be a smash hit on the airwaves, and perhaps offer a soothing balm to your soul scarred by lost loves:
You, Taylor, should write a song about nuns.
You probably weren’t expecting that. You might even suspect me of being a total loser who writes lame letters featuring impossibly stupid ideas, but I am quite earnest. Let me explain the genesis of this idea, as well as why I think it is brilliant and a good career move for you.
I recently spent ten days hanging out with a group of contemplative nuns in Wisconsin. They belong to the Cistercian Order, just as I do, so that means we wear the same black and white clothes (except I don’t wear a veil as they do, and they probably wash their habits more often). I took great delight in crashing a women’s convent, even if it’s not much of a party as Hollywood defines the term. Aside from celebrating Mass and hearing confessions, I gave an occasional conference on various religious topics, and talked with whoever wanted to chat with me about their relationship with God.
I must say that my monastic life is a cakewalk compared to theirs: they have to be in church at 3:50AM! (I was lazy and didn’t get up to join them for their earliest prayers in those wee hours!) They observe a pretty darn strict form of silence, never leave their monastery except for the occasional doctor’s visit, and have little contact with the outside world, aside from the altar bread they make and send out to parishes and monasteries (like mine) to earn their income.
The heart of their prayer, as it is for all monks and nuns, is the chanting of the Psalms. Try as I might to strain my marvelous falsetto to its maximum cadence, I could not reach their soprano pitch, so instead I listened to their chanting. In the midst of their singing one day, my attention began to wander, as it often does during prayer. (I like to think of my brain as a gloriously disorganized circus.) My meandering mind led me to ponder what you, a singer of songs and melodies rather different than Gregorian chant, would have to say about these nuns and why they do what they do. If nothing else, I think they have a devotion to music similar to yours—a passion even, a response to something they have experienced, an answer to a call they have heard.
It’s easy enough to understand the spark of love between a girl and a guy and to write romantic lyrics about it; poets have done that for centuries. But what could possibly prompt a young girl to abandon absolutely everything in the “real world,” promise never to marry or have kids or a job or a bank account, and to promise instead that she will pray several hours a day, wear the same clothes (and no makeup) for the rest of her life, be obedient to a superior, and hardly ever leave the convent? Sounds nuts, doesn’t it?!
The nuns themselves would tell you that love motivates them to do all that. Now there are obviously a huge number of ways the term “love” is used (and abused) to encapsulate different realities. Love, as the nuns understand the word, certainly has a different definition than the one you sing about . . . and yet I consider their passion to be just as crazy, all-consuming, and worthy of throwing away your life for as you do about romantic love (in your non-breakup songs, of course). When a woman enters a convent, she entrusts herself entirely to God. Love impels her to make that choice freely, and to allow herself to be drawn closer every day to Jesus Christ.
The purity of their love is what astounds me, Taylor. They have absolutely no worldly motivation to enter a cloistered convent, no desire for fame or glory. They live quietly, totally out of any spotlight that could shine on them. They have precious little in the way of creature comforts—they only eat ice cream a couple times a year, for crying out loud—and yet they shine with a brilliance that convinces me they are truly joyful as they learn how to live for Christ, their heart’s true love. They understand that the love which compelled them to enter the convent is not a fleeting feeling, but rather a commitment which frees them to love without compromise and without turning away when the feeling of being in love fades away. Their chant, together with their personal prayer and work, is a daily love letter to God, and they write a new page of that love story every morning.
Perhaps the best way to unite the love expressed in the chanting of the nuns and your singing can be found in Scripture. I have in mind one particular book from the Old Testament called the Song of Songs. When you read through it, you rightly think it’s a random collection of ancient love poetry describing the desire of a bride to unite with her groom, who seems to draw away in order to stir up an even greater desire in her heart. The sensual nature of romantic married love is beautifully emphasized in this book of Scripture, as is the intense feeling of being madly enamored with someone. I think this is the aspect of love you typically channel in your music.
So what would a book like this have to say to a bunch of nuns who vow never to marry? Well, there is another way to interpret the Song of Songs. From a spiritual perspective, many writers have understood the beloved girl of the Song to represent the individual soul (or the church), and the bridegroom to represent God, manifest in Jesus Christ. The nuns, in other words, read the Song of Songs and recognize in its inspired words their own desire for union with God, expressed in marital imagery. The love of a nun for her Lord is not the same as a wife’s love for her husband because the union is a purely spiritual one, but it is no less beautiful in its intensity and in the commitment it requires: “Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, and ardor is fierce as the grave. Its flames are flames of fire, a raging flame” (Song 8:6). For the nuns, that love for Christ can indeed rage, and should be fanned into a great flame, but they also know that their love demands a lifelong commitment which will require immense sacrifices, the most obvious being the lack of a husband, children, and career.
But they do not write breakup songs to God, Taylor. They undoubtedly experience anger, confusion, and uncertainty about their relationship with the Lord, but grace allows them to trust in the love that initially incited them to abandon everything to follow Christ. God is always faithful to these nuns. He does not cheat them, or fail them in their time of need. Consoled by this knowledge, and painfully aware of their own sins and follies, the nuns simply persevere, and they in turn encourage their fellow sisters to remain faithful to their vows. I can almost guarantee that they would not want to trade places with you. It’s not that they despise the glamour and glitz that define your public persona (in fact, they probably pray that you not fall into the trap of thinking fame to be the ultimate goal of life); they just realize that they have found a beautiful way of expressing their love for God, and they are grateful to be part of a community created to support them in their vocation to become happy and holy. Such happiness, totally elusive and unimaginable to many people in the secular world, is part of the “hundredfold” which Jesus promised even in this life to those who gave up everything (see Mark 10:28–30).
So yeah, you should write a song about love from a nun’s perspective. Don’t worry, Taylor—I am not demanding that you drop your career immediately and join a convent . . . though there is precedent for it. A woman