I have a bit of a silly thought about puddles. Maybe puddles are a glimpse into another world. You can only see it through water, and once it dries up, the portal into the other world disappears. Maybe this is why natural disasters happen. Maybe someone is jumping into a puddle happily and giddily not knowing they are being a districtive force. Maybe this is why natural disasters happen every once in a while. Perhaps we don’t know our own force. Perhaps, someone is jumping into a puddle and causing chaos on our world. Thoughts?
Thus far, I only have down a few. 1. Tell my husband I love him while we're on a mountain top. 2. Write a book 3. Witness a miracle. 4. Go on a ghost tour. 5. Have 2 children. 6. Ride an elephant. 7. Give back to my parents as much as they have given me. 8. Go skydiving. 9. Travel to New Zealand. 10. Build a church.
Marilyn Monroe, 1960 - captured by Eve Arnold.
I think about such things as our willingness to breathe and keep on living when all is tragedy. But we are strong because we awoke in the morning because yesterday we did not die, and that is something to be joyous about.....sometimes.
“Lesbianism might have been tolerated in France, but transvestism was not. French police warned Marlene Dietrich she might be subject to arrest if she dressed like a man in Paris. Katharine Hepburn’s bosses at RKO objected so much to her trousered look that they threatened to suspend her unless she switched to skirts. She, in turn, threatened to walk around in her underwear, and when the studio carried out on its threat and confiscated her clothes, she carried out hers and went from her set to the commissary in her underpants.”
-Excerpt from The Sewing Circle: Female Stars Who Loved Other Women
she thought, are beautiful. There is life in there far beyond her reach. Behind his eyes was freedom, far from the chains of his mind and the complex bondage he was held fast to. If only he could reach out. But he is left with a blank stare and various stimulation that were expressed with a flap of his arms, and twirling, his constant twirling around. She held fast though, returning each time to look into his eyes, because she knew, she knew there was freedom behind his eyes. A freedom that would break free for an instant, and he would focus and be free from the chains for but a moment, and stare back with recognition, with a single word on the tip of his tongue, but would never be uttered; "mom." His eyes, she thought, are beautiful. There is life in there, far beyond her reach.
Do not go gentle into that good night; Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~ #DylanThomas #DownIsUp #UpIsDown #HilliardOhio #WhileWalking #Home
Begotten is a 1991 Experimental/horror film, directed and written by E. Elias Merhige. The film heavily deals with religion and the biblical story of the Creation. This gory and entirely visual film tells the surreal tale of the death and rebirth of gods.
THE CHILDREN’S HOUR (1961) dir. William Wyler.