Shoulders sun burnt. Finished some morning Maple and Brown Sugar. Been having some eggs and bacon of late. Not a real cereal guy and the work to make pancakes and waffles is really more than I am up for. So boiled water,a dry package Maple and Brown Sugar, and more swimming under the summer sun.
Haven’t written for some time. Not that there hasn’t been adventure. Not that there hasn’t been anything to say or discuss. Just now is time for a quiet moment. Listening to the desert winds blow outside and its time.
Watching a muted movie. Movie is called “New York, I Love You.” It’s a great movie. Several vignettes of New York residents in love. There is an old couple taking a walk on the pier. Another a one night stand. An obsessed artist falls for Chinese medicine herbalist. A husband and wife role playing as if strangers. So on and so forth. It’s themes are about Love.
Couple days ago. Saw this FB profile of a friend of a friend. It was a new picture. It was her and I assume it was her boyfriend. Surprised me a little. It marked a time of change. A time of growth of development. A landmark in one’s life. A graduation. When one life ends. Another begins. Without these moments of celebration, we would be amiss of so many of life’s special and precious instances. Too often they become common and we forget to cherish.
A picture here. A journal entry there. These deposits of our memories that makeup who we are and who we become. Shared moments with family, friends, enemies, acquaintances, and single-serving friends. We dismiss these cherished seconds and we think we have so many more. I hope we do.
Still, as I watch, the muted movie. I am reminded of the necessity of Love. The necessity of Storytelling. The necessity of Sharing and Communicating. So much is said with a picture. A glance, a facial expression, a background. Clothes they wear. How the hair is cut. Shaved, coiffed, styled. Is there action? Is there stillness? Fast, slow, measured. In the medium of film, pictures say much. Add sound. The rise and fall of one’s voice. Is it confident, unsure? What is the rhythm the pacing? Bring music to the mix and each word said and unsaid touches one on an emotional level.
Haven’t written much late because I needed to re-fuel my wellspring. It hasn’t runneth over.
I enjoy this movie so. But I am not experiencing it fully. Sound is off and I am missing a richness. Its like knowing Love and not being in Love with someone. Watching the many vignettes of New Yorkers in love, I am reminded my times falling in love and experiencing love. From a romantic tryst to high school firsts. From awkwardness of infatuation to bold, pretend bravado to impressing a potential. This multitude of precious moments that fills our lives. I’ve seen it many times and I should save it to my library.
Its like a new profile picture on FB with a new beau. Moments in time, in between. A captured moment for all the world to see to share. A time which holds true, then must morph through. We grow, we change, we develop. We share these moments. We share our insights, our pleasure. We share what troubles us and announce to the world a birth and new discovery. Its in these moments of what is and what could be. . .and what could be again.
So here I end. . .to begin again. . .and more importantly, to finish New York, I Love You. With sound.
