i watched the Diving Bell and the Butterfly today..... what a gorgeous, touching film... takes me to a place that have been in the back of my mind for years while working with the individuals i have... folks at the camp friendship, the group homes, and my classrooms.... balancing empathy, sympathy, respect, and dignity with just the anguish of what individuals go through and 99% of people take for granted. returns me to thinking about Jamie and his rehab, and the combination of my laziness and trepidation from contacting him, preparing for Ema's next school year... looking online for season hockey tickets, in the back of my mind reminding myself that i still haven't contacted Angie with a gift... reflecting on what I haven't/have done with my summer, shrugging off my sister's enthusiasm for completing a few small tasks that i've been sitting on for weeks/months (took the typewriter to Goodwill; will I remember or recall the typing of those letters from Corvallis if I dont' have it to look at every now and then? should i hold that as significant, or should i keep on looking forward and purging so i can make space for new stuff/memories....).
i suppose movies like the this one, Tarnation, and the Savages are most successful when they make ya think, make connections, question, reflect, and feel good and feel like shit at the same time.
i suppose movies like the this one, Tarnation, and the Savages are most successful when they make ya think, make connections, question, reflect, and feel good and feel like shit at the same time.