Feeling poorly. Feeling very poorly and have been drinking numerous cups of mint tea, an indication of how low I am. Have watched an Austen themed series whereby the main character steps from present day into the world of ‘Pride and Prejudice.” She longs for such to be her reality. Why? These women that imagine that a time of better manners and slower pace, but do not consider the status of women; no vote, trading Father for Husband, no voice save a trivial one, and more limited diversions, do not know what they’re talking about. Still, it was diverting. Then on to a tale of a vicar who was a dog in a previous life… I shall be having bizarre dreams tonight if I’m fortunate enough to sleep. With a running nose and a head that cannot belong to me, sleep may elude me. Dose yourself with remedies and potions people and avoid this virus, it’s a nasty one.
Today I’m feeling under the weather. After doing the rounds of the family, it’s now my turn to be ill. Even my curry prescription could not keep this one away. I hope none of you have succumbed to the lurgy. Normal service will resume tomorrow, hopefully. In the meantime, if you have any cold remedies you think are good, tell me about them. I’m having a movie/book day - reading Lisa See’s, “Dreams of Joy.” I’d love to hear your movie suggestions too.
(Photo credit to Kenny Barker on flickr - Glencoe, Scotland)
I’ve enjoyed my movie binge today and thanks again for your suggestions. Thanks to ‘mings’ for “The Bridges of Madison County,” I haven’t watched that in years. It gave me an additional excuse for running nose and eyes - a beautiful, bittersweet story. This image captures the moment when the simmering passion between Robert and Francesca becomes impossible not to express. There’s so much to this movie, a lot of life and love of different kinds, and that which we yearn for and cannot have, or won’t let ourselves have.
Status report: The lurgy has been suppressed by vitamins, tea and fruit and the mood has lifted. From the mouths of babes (my daughter), came “Larry Crowne,” and I have thoroughly enjoyed it. It didn’t take me to locations more exotic than California but it was a good story, if implausible. It was the kind of implausible I like though, whereby there is an unexpressed agreement between filmmaker (in this case Tom Hanks) and viewer that you will suspend ‘reality’ for a while. You go on a different type of journey of good feeling, fun and a certain fantasy and inevitably come away feeling lighter. I do.
Thanks for the movie suggestions, if anyone has any more I would love to hear them. I plan on visiting indolence today, and film and books will be my mode of transportation. I’ve seen Dirty Harry, always good and similarly enjoyed “The Duchess.”
Needing a filmatic prescription. After the triumph of yesterday completed first draft and a celebratory dinner at a new Indian restuarant I have woken afflicted with the lurgy. The cold is bearing down on me and there’s only one thing for it, to indulge myself with rest, movies and tea. Does anyone know of any good movies along the lines of “Under the Tuscan Sun,” “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel,” or any of the historical romps, that will take me somewhere else today, beautifully. I don’t want to be challenged, watch anything thought provoking with a complicated construction - I just want to curl up and escape. Help?
Am I the only one that imagines I am original; maybe not in word or deed but in creation, only one snowflake just like me and all that… Last night I was again reminded how wrong that is. Forget questions of parallel universes, how about this one, right now. Years ago I was working in a pub, ‘bottling up’ (re-stocking the shelves) one morning before opening. It was a beautiful warm day and I’d left the outer door open to clear the smokey/beery air. A man wandered in and I said he could sit there but would have to wait a bit until we opened. So we chatted. Well, not exactly chatted in the conventional sense, rather I fielded his pretty weird questions. I will make this long story short but it seems he had been elsewhere in Scotland, another small place and met me. The me he described sounded a lot like me, he said looked exactly like me and was even doing the sorts of things I would be doing. She was involved in a small theatrical production, brilliant but getting up the noses of the local clergy for reasons he didn’t explain. The thing is, it wasn’t me. Last night I went to see “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel,” with my daughter and thoroughly enjoyed it. I was prepared to suspend critical faculties as I loved the cast and the setting, the whole premise of the story. My daughter kept saying about Judi Dench’s character, “She really reminds me of you Mum,” attitude, haircut, manner, etc. I of course wasn’t seeing this until I heard the Judi character (can’t remember her name) giving a little speech for telesales staff about how to connect with people. Not only have I done that before but I more or less said exactly the same words she did. Maybe my daughter was right. The real question is, are we singular snowflakes or could there be more like us, different versions, but much like us? It’s a thought isn’t it, something to ponder.
"Honey, we all got to go sometime, reason or no reason. Dyin’s as natural as livin’. The man who is afraid to die is too afraid to live." (Clark Gable, "The Misfits)
I guess we all like absolutes, nice easy answers that can be put into predictable boxes. As for living and dying, I don’t think it’s possible to have that certainty. Some surivive the unimaginable, seemingly unendurable and yet unaccountably, others are felled by a light wind.
I’m looking at a plant outside that my husband has been nurturing for days, having been transplanted from elsewhere. He has tended to it lovingly, watered it regularly and yet, still the drooping leaves and lack of vitality.
One of the things tumblr has given me is a glimpse into the hopes, dreams, thoughts and plans of others. This much I know: Your greatest limitations are self imposed, your fear your biggest obstacle. Where you are right now is a result of your choices in the past that lead you here. The sooner you stop blaming others for this, the sooner you will be free. Free to live your life as you want. It’s just the circumstances of life, some rough, some smooth. Your future is known to you and will be the result of the choices you are making, right now. To change your future, you must change what you do and how you think, now.
It’s really that simple and if you see this then you’re already there, now just do it. Go on that trip, test your limits, challenge every assumption, take that job - the worst that can happen is that it’s not right for you, leave the safe relationship that’s not working, tell somone you care - what have you got to lose? Is where you are right now while you contemplate this so much better? What are you really hanging on to. If you were given a return ticket with expenses to the country of your dreams - would you stand there looking at it, paralysed by the unknown? Whatever you believe, this life on earth is short and precious, it’s that return ticket. So just take it and go, live your life.
"To everyone’s greatest surprise, one young woman looked beyond all this. She saw the qualities of a Prince; loyalty, selflessness and bravery. They kissed and nothing more magical happened than the pleasant joining of lips."
© S. Marian, May 15, 2012
An excerpt from “Once Upon Everyday,” to be posted tomorrow, Tuesday May 15 on “A View From Outside the Box,” url: adialogue
"Reading stories, immersing myself in different worlds, living a life within a life provided me with a welcome escape. Particularly memorable fictional characters became part of my emotional landscape."
© S. Marian, Mar.8, 2012
Please read, “The Reality of Fiction,” on ‘A View From Outside the Box’ (url-adialogue)
(‘Oh, the Places You’ll Go! - Dr. Seuss)
In two days it will be Leap Day, a once in every four year occurence. It’s thought that in 1288 Queen Margaret of Scotland passed a law, that if a man refused a woman marriage then fines would be levied. Compensation ranged from a kiss to £1, to a silk gown, in order to soften the blow.
In Denmark a refusal would cost you 12 pairs of gloves, and in Finland, fabric for a skirt.
Marriage in a Leap Year in Greece was considered unlucky and one in five couples avoid getting married in a leap year. (I wonder how they “polled” for this statistic?)
I don’t think the message of emancipation for women is to do as Amy Adam’s character did in the movie, “Leap Year;” jump on the next plane out to greenest Ireland and find yourself a man. This sounds much like the actions of the heroine from my current story.* Real emancipation and what I propose should be the message of Leap Year is to do what you really want to do. Push yourself that bit more, step out of the familiar and comfortable and grab what you need from life - make it happen! Don’t let another four years roll around and find yourself saying, “I wish I had.” Just do it.
(* “People Tend To Run When Chased,” Part One and Two to be found at “adialogue”, Part Three will be published tomorrow.)