Movies

Let's see...favorite movie....Well, it's too hard to pick one and if I named them all we would be here a while and you wouldn't like me very much.  Oh well. I'll try to keep it short.

I guess my favorite movies are the ones that dance in my head when I read a good book.  And I guess that provides the answer to the real question.  I think my favorite movies are movies made from books.  Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, I Am Number Four, Narnia, and more.  There is just something about seeing those words find their own skin and become something completely visible. 

My top favorite movie changes about every twelve minutes.  The elusive group of favorites includes those ever alluring book movies, Tangled, Pirates of the Caribbean, old, classic Disney movies, and a lot more.

A movie makes my favorites list when it makes me remember it and think about it for a long time after.  When the lights in the theater come on and I still feel like I'm running in the woods or diving in cool waters away from bad guys or sneaking around trying not to be seen. 

At this very moment, my favorite movie is Prince Caspian.  I love the quotes and the music and the British boys and the mythical creatures and the nature.  It just makes me feel good.

Well, that's about as short as this will get right now.  I'm sure in a few minutes I'll remember a movie I've forgotten to mention, but I'll try to do it justice another time. 

My favorites will always keep adapting and shifting as new movies join their ranks and fight for the top.  But I don't think just one movie will ever make it to the top.  They are all too good of fighters. 

Tomorrow will be Kinder

"Black Clouds Are Behind Me
I Now Can See Ahead
Often I Wonder Why I Try
Hoping For An End
Sorrow Weighs My Shoulders Down
And Trouble Haunts My Mind
But I Know The Present Will Not Last
And Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
It's True I've Seen It Before
A Brighter Day Is Comin' My Way
Yes Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

Today I've Cried A Many Tear
And Pain Is In My Heart
Around Me Lies A Sumber Scene
I Don't Know Where To Start
But I Feel Warmth On My Skin
The Stars Have All Aligned
The Wind Has Blown But Now I Know
That Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
I Know I've Seen It Before
A Brighter Day Is Coming My Way
Yes Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

A Brighter Day Is Coming My Way
Yes Tomorrow Will Be Kinder"

~ The Secret Sisters

Favorite Color

The clear, clean day after it rains. That's the color of your eyes. So clean and clear that I'm not afraid to jump right in and feel safe. So fresh that I feel a slight breeze when you turn them on me.

How do you fit all that in your eyes? Some people only have room for the dark clouds that fog their vision. But yours...now you've found a way to let the dark clouds blow away, and somehow you've held on to the new, brisk day.

And when you look at me, I see light breaking through my own clouds. The rain turns from icy to bearable, and soon I find myself welcoming each drop as they gently warm my skin.  And then the rain stops, and I can finally see, farther than I've ever been able to. 

I live in the clear, clean day now.  The color of your eyes.  My new favorite color. 

Flying My Name

"My birthday began with the water- Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses And I rose In a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days."

~ Dylan Thomas, Poem in October

Jealousy

A New Poet
Jealousy.  I love the metaphor she uses, how it makes it relatable and easy to understand.  The words flow so well together that you can swim in them.  The way she forms the words draws pictures in my mind and makes it exciting to read.  And it gives me hope.  It makes me feel like, as a writer, even if no one sees the beauty of my flower at first, one day someone will. 

When the Lights Go Out

Who are you, when the lights go out?  When the world turns to face the other way, does your face stay the same?

I scramble to pick up the broken pieces of my life, avoiding their sharp edges.  I do this when the world faces me and when it doesn't.  One day you came along, stooping down, hands outstretched, ignoring the scratches my shards carved ino your hands as you picked them up.  And somehow, your touch did what mine could not.  Your warm, strong hands binded the pieces back together.

You held the puzzle of my life out to me, your simple but handsome face encouraging and safe.  I began to feel...different.  But in a good way.

I just hope it will stay that way.

I hope that you're not like the others I've met, the ones who held me together until no one was watching.  The ones who, the very second the world seemed pleased, dropped my pieces and caused more to break.

But as I look into your understanding and comfortable gaze, I see something I have not seen before.  Concern, help, and someone who sincerely loves me, despite all my pieces. 

I lightly touch the fragments you've somehow made whole, and realize there is more to it than before.  There a new pieces, your pieces, pieces that fill the holes between my own.  We hold this new globe together, our two tender hands just enough.

That's it, then, the answer.   Your fitting pieces, your capable hands, your protecting eyes.  I can trust you.  Because you are you when the lights go out.

Wandering Mind

I lay my heavy head against the cool, enticing pillow.  It welcomes me back and seems content to let me rest on it, despite the dents and imperfections I always give back to it.  Closing my eyes, the pillow sucks away at everything that ever bothered me, giving me a break and allowing me to drift into blissful sleep.

My mind leaves the cage of my skull, jumping and flying to where ever it didn't get to during the day. I never know exactly where it will go.  Just that it will always come back in the light of a new day, its tense muscles now released, enlightened.  It tells me of the things it found, filling each crevice of my head with its charming tales. 

My mind is loyal to me.  I feel it coming back to me as the first rays of sunlight color the inside of my eyelids a gentle red.  I slowly lift myself up, a new awareness in my head, while the rest of my body catches up.  Rejuvenated and inspired, I face the day.

Stress Relief



I walked away from my house into the tall, protective trees.  I was alone, but the whistle of the wind through the leaves and the rustling of unseen animals was all the company I needed.  Sunlight leaked through the tallest branches, giving everything a layer of light gold.  It was perfect.

Soon the sun's golden glow recharged my tired self and I took off running.  A cool breeze hit my face, and as it passed it took with it all the cares and worries that had been riding on my back.  It was the exact relief I needed.  To be free, running and frolicking and dancing amidst the trees. 

Soon I had to go back and pick up my broken and left behind cares.  I put them back on my back, their nagging voices filling the natural, peaceful silence I enjoyed so much.  But their voices never truly reached my ears.  They were both already full of the quiet voices of the trees.  I had a stubborn smile on my face that refused to be taken down.  The cares tried and tried, talked and talked and even yelled, but I could not be distracted.  I stared ahead with my newfound peace, my back filled with the new strength it had been longing for.

You Were Right, Bones

My bones said they want me to be me.  They quietly whispered to me to read that book, to play that song, to draw that picture, to wear that shirt.  They said they ached with longing when I closed that book,  chose a different song, (which in reality, I hated), drew a different picture, pulled a different shirt over my head. 

At first I didn't recognize the aches as a call to find myself.  But I've learned to trust my bones.  They know exactly what kind of milk will help me to grow big and strong.  They've known all along.  It's the rest of me that needs to catch up.

Now I've begun to recognize those distinct, quiet and natural aches.  The aches that long for the books and songs a other things that make up the flesh that my bones must carry. 

Finally, one day, I listened.  I picked up that book, the one that no one else has heard of.  The one that speaks to me.  I played that song.  The one that isn't on the radio but brings me to life.  I drew that picture, the one that seems odd to others, but excites me every time I see it.  I put on that shirt.  The one that isn't in all the pictures but makes me feel confident.  Makes me feel like me.  Now?  Now my bones sigh with relief at the weight that was taken off them, and are more than happy to carry what they were meant for.