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This is a trailer for the Irish film, "On the Edge."
It says in the trailer, "Introducing Cillian Murphy''
Some of the material is dark, but I am drawn to it because it
Goes again from darkness to light
The theme of being... for me, right now.
I watch it again and again.
To suggest a small film of hope, that sums up today,
It would most likely be this one.

May you all keep hope close.
Sometimes I don't even think about it
As I have an 'embarrassment of riches' of the precious stuff...
But sometimes I don't: like now.
Then...
Every drop of nectar counts

I have to face it and accept it.

I am sick - more than usual today.

All kinds of feelings come with that.

I can't ignore them if I want to be conscious, which I do.

But I can't hold on when they wish to pass in order to have any happiness.

Feeling discouraged about not writing today,

I forget... and think it's every day.

I forget that it takes patience to hone any skill.

I forget to cut myself slack.

Memory is more precious than gold, diamonds, and land.

 

"Captain Kirk"                                                   "Star Trek"

I know there's a lot of hubbub about the new Star Trek movie. Everyone I've talked to has said they thought it very good to excellent. So far.

I definitely want to see it, but it might have to wait until it comes out on blu ray as I have the flu and neither feel up to going out nor wanting to be a contagion on the unsuspecting populace.

Flash back to 1975 in the Way Back Machine....

Feeling a bit less dizzy now? Okay!

A different Star Trek with a different Captain Kirk than the new one everyone quips about being so cute with all the good acting.

It's the autumn of that year, and I'm a freshman at college. I find a delightful group of friends, most of them older than first years, and one of them in charge of scheduling entertainment for the whole college.

After learning of my interest in entertainment ;), he invited me to join him because:
1-it was a lot of work to do by himself, and
2-he needed to have an actual committee (more than 1 person) for the new college protocol of writing things on chalkboards occasionally.

Basically what that meant was that we were able to pick all the movies we wanted to see over and over in the first row... or in the back taking tickets, pick people to come to speak or perform, etc., etc., etc. It was a great time, and we pulled a lot of stunts - mostly by way of his, N.S.'s, genius.

So we booked William Shatner before the first Star Trek movie came out.

We went in the car to pick him up the night of his presentation at the school.

He was staying in a motel, which was surprising to us as we thought it would be fancy to be a famous person. But we were basically kids...

We pulled up into a parking space.... and waited for about 20 minutes for him to come down, making jokes all the while about how he would beam down from his room to the bottom of the stairs where we were parked.

But no, he walked down the stairs like a normal human person, carrying a bunch of stuff for his  show, which he put in the trunk. We were sitting in the back, with the school's driver doing his job, and all the while, may I call you William?, was going on and on about the pros and cons of doing this new movie offer they had made about Star Trek.

Of course, he felt that he'd moved on from 'that' in life, and wasn't sure whether making a franchise project would pull him backwards in life. He played both sides of the pro and con conversation himself, and very well too - perhaps borne of much practice?

We sat in the back, occasionally looking over at each other and silently giggling while William strategized his road to success.

Once in a while we asked him a pre-discussed question or two, and always slanted it in the 'fawning spotlight' direction so that he would actually answer. I'm not proud of being silly, but sometimes I am.... proud.

Anyway, the car finally arrived at the school, and we all got out.

My fashion sense at the time was hair cropped shortish and adorned by my dad's coats, which were a number of sizes too big for me... I kind of liked all the space at the time. Thought it was cool.

This is relevant only because as we got out, suddenly Mister Shatner, turned over his left shoulder and said to me, assuming his will would be done, "Boy, could you carry these."

Two things...
1-I am not a boy, but a woman, and
2-They were way heavy for me!

Luckily my friend, who was a young man, gallantly stepped up to assist with the many pieces. I got the dry cleaning and one suitcase, as I recall....

William Shatner went to the place one goes to get into gear for the show.

We went to make sure the sound and light gear were in good working order. The seats were already quickly filling to almost full. We were giddy - it was definitely going to be a standing room only event.

We'd done good; the timing was right, with rumors of an actual Star Trek movie swirling about the entertainment media, and Mr. Shatner available for a song.

The lights went down. I held  my breath. He came out.... and, I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not THAT!

He began by reciting poems in a pale Shakespearean shadow method he'd been writing and practicing. He did it all in that Captain Kirk - emoting and pausing signature way.

When he threw himself tummy-first down on the stage to make a particular point, I put my hand to my mouth, then over my eyes, and finally... I walked out.

The reviews were... shall we say, slanted to one side.

I got to meet William Shatner! What a night of waiting in the car and waiting in the hall unable to watch. I'm glad it's part of my life history, as it is a fun story to remember  and tell.

I always wondered how he survived that belly flop to jump bouyantly back onto his feet. Guess I'll never know.

Speaks for itself.
If you're happy and you know it, stay away....
or stay and play
and make your day
in the merry month of May
Nothing else to say!

  "A Shy Albatross Running on Water to Take off into Flight, This Species is Considered Vulnerable" by Jason Edwards

Reading through my blog, I am humbled by how many errors I've made, even after having done multiple drafts on every post.

Those who've waded through all that - and the often-cryptic nature of my mini-posts - I thank you.

Because your presence encourages me to write.

And I have to DO IT before I get better. That's what I'm hoping to do.

To write.

Thanks - to you and you and you over there.

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There are so many ways to mark a person's life.

One of them for me is birds... I remember catching glimpses or leisurely views of birds, or keeping some... and they all help me mark my life in time.

I wanted to promote this sculptor as I just happened to come across his site, above, and it reminded me of all the birds and all the tales (homonym unintended) it engendered.

I've already told the tale of the peacocks, doves, and pheasant in Cumberland, but there are so many more to mine eventually.

-Owl fell out of a nest; kept until old enough to give to the protective society at my friends' farm. When it would turn its head, and I would be standing less than a foot away, the lantern eyes were almost too glorious to behold.

-Golden eagles - first time in California; a revelation of them. Reminds me of a dear lost friend who gave up her own life so that her unborn baby could be delivered before her cancer took both their lives..... S. S. What a brave woman; I think of her often. We had one wonderful day, staying out of the white water number 5(?) rated river, talking and listening to The Cure before all of it came out. Eagles where there in Wenatchee, WA.

-Ravens on Mount Rainier - I remember when a docent came to school to talk about the intelligence and high altitude life of ravens. Finally saw some on a morning with the mists rising up and up the green lifts to the lofty, ultimate height.

-We had rude Blue Jays living on the east coast, and I remember how surprised, delighted, and appreciative I was seeing the iridescent beauty of the Stellar's Jay for the first time.

-Magpies in Oregon, the time I had the opportunity to see a baby born for the first and only time. Sitting on a fence post as C.H. walked through her labor, C.S., her husband, following with a stop watch. Threads of radiant light connecting everyone in the room, and the mother I spoke with today was the only one who remembered at the precise moment, "Take the pictures, L.E.!" which was my advance notice job. It's amazing they came out at all, let alone as well as they did.

-Bald eagles on a deck overlooking Puget Sound from a beautiful house lent to a gaggle of gals on Whidbey Island.

So many more.... but for another time. I know I always say so, but who can put it all down at once?

It was a revelation for me to see this movie. In so many ways.

There are so many things I think and feel about this movie that it immediately shot up into my top 10, which is saying a lot, despite its harsh realities. I will edit and retweet this post quite a few times until I get it 'right.'

Meaning upon meaning; interpretation after enchantment after the cycle of justice.

I just can't do it now, but want to get started. Force myself to mine it later and not leave it so pale and empty a post.

Here are some pictures of the house and the cats.

It's obviously in process.... ;) clearly the cats.

"The Soul of the Rose, 1908" by John William Waterhouse

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there and all those who have helped to have an impact on any child's life, and thereby the entire human species.

I can't imagine a more important task in life than nurturing coming generations to be compassionate, loving, grateful, and generous human beings.

Here's to you!

I lift my glass in your every direction.

I feel sort of silly, as these movies most likely have been labeled negatively as men and women SOMETIMES like different things. :)

But here are some of my favorite small (some) movies' trailers of the romantic variety.

Look away; once again I've done due diligence in the warning department.

I'll be back though. You just wait and see. Another day; another post of a horse of a different color...  ;(

There - it's over now. You can look once more...