we are having our very spiritual discussion about the book of John..
and then I glance up..
12 dozen giant golden owl eyes..
I look to the woman on my write, and then my left..
I was just hypnotized by an owl..
all kinds of these giant golden owl eyes again..."
and they both laughed.. but, with a hint of..
'you were hypnotized by an owl?' -concern.
"yes. for real! I was hypnotized by an owl.. I just wrote about it!"
I promise it will make sense. and be.. like, funnier and less concerning..
God gives a hoot about you.
-that is too funny to me... heavenly humor.
the lack of detail in the painting on the write /what you describe as abstract.
and the 40 year difference between the two.
have a writer, write about a dramatic event within a few days of it..
and, how ive described it in the past is like this: fresh off the scene, you get a novel..
move ahead a couple years, you get paragraphs, not pages..
no one tells and retells with the same level of detail from the initial telling, to the several years later telling.. -ever.
ive seen it over and over and over, and experience it myself.
but, it feels like that is EXACTLY what I'm looking at here, when you show these paintings 40 years apart.. and write next to each other.
it is natural; not artistic decision. now, what specifically happens to the detail? lost/forgotten/subsided/erased from memory. it is my educated guess, that it does not get lost, forgotten, or erased; it gets diluted by other memories/experiences.
that is what you are looking at in the paintings: detail. vs. diluted detail/ -just essence.
Hand over your chocolate or else!
"Abbie.. why am I familiar with that name.. how do I know that name? Richard.. La... Grav E niece~E..."
and with some quick phone/internet research she mentioned Freedom Writers.. "that must be it!" and I talked about loving that movie.. and Hillary swank.. and million dollar baby... and clint eastwood.. and by now, you understand how all these cerebral hyperlinks are initially created and then present themselves to be clicked on inside our mind, or skipped over, but part of the larger story.
and isn't it only the most natural thing in the world, when you come across a masterpiece, to want to say so.. and "thank you!" to the creator..
/pause here for spiritual interjection and friendly reminder: human beings are masterpieces..
and, I stop here too, to say.. "Charlie.. it is 2016, you need to invite him back write away.."
bridges of Madison county: -memories of my mom, so upset, genuinely angry to learn the book was a work of fiction.
fisher king: masterpiece among masterpieces..
unbroken: where the story of the author, laura hillenbrand is as compelling as the subject(s), and the movie was incredible and louis zamperini's life journey.. and Angelina jolie's debut.. and the human constellation of circumstances/events that connects all these people /including yourself.. together.. it delivers one WOW after another.. I mean, my God..
and now add, p.s. I love you.. this is exactly the type of movie my dad's mom, my grandma Harrison would have thoroughly enjoyed.. ' I love, love..' she would always say.. big appetite for love stories..
so, I have not seen all of your work, but these six films are stand outs..
but let me return to the fisher king.. the movie is a masterpiece. and I could go on and on about the cast.. /my Robin! my Robin! -the whole cast. the chemistry between all of them, each individual incredible performance.. the cinematography! the scenes! the musical score! the performances! the editing! just one perfect decision after another..
"..whoever wrote that... knows stuff.... "
you have an insiders knowledge. I'm curious about that..
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time..
he had insiders knowledge also. -not on PTSD, but autism spectrum. turns out it is indirect... he taught in environments which gave him indirect experience but special insights..
came from. and then of course, you tackle and reveal the ego, in the fisher king like ive never seen it tackled/revealed in any other film or book too.. and human vulnerability/fragility... and hopes/dreams.. and romantic love, friendship/platonic love, culture, nerves.. isolation.. flesh/spirit; violence/evil, imagination; survival.. this world/that world... so many things..
-I see a new something to marvel at..
Richard /let me listen how my Charlie says it..
In Jesus knows you by name. -'s name, amen!
oh! -of great interest/gives many clues... love to read anything this dense!
-we- know.. in the super-natural, that.. well, my sister and I were not wearing our shirts and watching together..
but we do not live or park there. we move..
we, -as in, the same as mentioned above. we are getting our groove back.. our moves back!
our.. watch us WIN! n' them lose knack.
/somebody get me a skirt and some pom poms..
my imaginary bettin' money says.. Our Golden State Warriors will not lose to spurs a second time. and, will win again tomorrow..
"to the exciting season ahead!" clink glasses. take big sip. touch heart. point to God. "cheers & amen!"
Re-joyce in the Lord.. amen!
-sometimes I will just re-think about my fascination with the Bible.. with how different people respond different ways..
Robert Schuller read the Bible at a young age, and his immediate response was that what he had read was so powerful and important that he was willing to risk his own life to make sure it reached people in Russia.. -and in fact, there are large populations of people around the world who risk their lives to share the Bible, read the Bible..
same book. different people. very different response.
I remember reading, and thinking: like, you would have to be ... at least a high school and perhaps college level educated person to even read.. you would need to know geography, world history, how to translate/interpret, ...have an understanding of foreign language/cultures.. genealogy..
you would need to verify; fact find; distinguish between literal and spiritual.. flesh and spirit.. human perspective vs.... long list.
is Christianity for everyone, or only the scholarly/educated/elite?
what is a fair analogy? accurate analogy?
in my spiritual walk, -secular to spiritual.. I was touched first through prayer..
and then I had to learn more..
consistently (not exclusively) experiences peace and joy..
I credit prayer and my wonderful spiritual teachers... and, life time student of Joyce Meyers.. and she was not a scholar..
In Jesus approachable, accessible, ever~available name -amen!
I stood to the side. and my eyes glanced across from write to left; left to write -it was all new to me. what were we here for? and then I slowed down my glance and stopped to read..
and the kids were asked to be on the quiet side by the speaker.. and the speaker, I noted immediately, was experienced when it came to talking to young children.. I could tell by the way she leaned in and down, made eye contact, engaged them so directly with her volume and tone.
but when you lock eyes.. that's when your eyes meet and -freeze. and there is something that even surpasses a stare. it is a fixation of sorts..
gorgeous! sensational! amazing! wow of a feathered creature, with giant golden eyes, and..
so quiet.. so still... and yet so powerful in presence...! what am I looking at here?
-and our eyes were mutually locked for the entire time these thoughts crossed my mind.
what a slow blink this gorgeous creature has! part of me wondered if it wasn't in fact... not real.
but.. I slowed my blink down, and blinked back. I was imitating... and I found myself taking one or two more steps closer..
there was effort required on my part to even break my eye-contact so I could talk to..
Nancy, I think her name is. and, "what is this owl's name?"
well, I just have to name creatures. I am a poet, not a scientist. we like to connect.
but we are responsible to protect them; which is a form of revering..
-that's my take on what she explained.
and what happen write about this time in our conversation, was that I turned around, and..
like, all the kids were gone. and Anthony.. the tour-guide for that particular tour.. gone. they had all moved on to the next part of the tour, and I was not even conscious of the fact they had all left..
20+ children! walked write past me..
and then when hunting for where all those beautiful children went..
In Jesus... Thank God Jesus has a name! name.. amen!
there are both quantifiable unknowns and unquantifiable knowns. so, sometime I do in fact, wonder.. I wonder if I have done the most actual writing out of everyone in the world; to date.
come across journal after journal..
although it is quantifiable.. that is, if one kept track from jotting of first word to end of life/last word..
there does exist a word and page count. but the track has not been kept. so I wont, and cant know..
but, may I confess here, I do marvel at my own out put. not in a positive way, but sympathetic..
compassionate. and if I consider the quality of my life without this form of communication..
i.e., in bible study group, I was asked about meeting Ayesha Curry..
"yes.. that was exciting. made me happy. the last shall go first... "
and you and I both know people, who would, in conversation, go on and on.. hold court, as the saying goes.. but if you asked them to write about it: -struggle.
what is your primary form of communicating? anyway.. there are lots of us out there..
-mega bloggers. and, without the innovation of the blogosphere; this was unknown too..
-what is not quantifiable, but known; to (me!) -the healing powers of writing. -the (vocabulary word?) significance/gratification of using God given instincts/talents/gifts -the growth that takes place from the thinking that takes place during writing -creative growth -relationships enhanced, saved, -personal evolution... lots of unquantifiables; but clearly known/experienced..
and what is not quantifiable, is what takes place for readers who enjoy, or feel validated, or grow, or think about.. or reconsider.. or are influenced... or inspired into action -as a result of reading someones writing..
I only revisit all of this because I have come across an abundance of journals ive written..
my God.. I never shut up.
harryandthesnowman.com and what happen, miss simone.
so, its all the tv/movie watching I need & love: joyce meyer, bishop t.d. jakes, my Charlie rose, my CBS sunday morning, "The Voice!"
-THAT VOICE! -all my imaginary bettin' money is on the table for We McDonald..
honey, did you see/hear her sing Mary J Bliges, No More Drama?!?
and an occasional movie/documentary.. someone else's life story to get lost in.. and learn from..
I really don't need to see anymore famous musician documentaries.. even though I thoroughly enjoyed Nina Simone's..
the life pattern is so..
well, there is a very predictable pattern. change the singer/change the scenery; repeat the patterns..
Janis Joplin, Ray, Tina Turner.. long list struggle, drugs, abusive relationships; exploitation; fame not being all its cracked up to be.. money not being the answer..
I pray we see some evolution..
In Jesus, what a gift to hear their vocal gifts, name.. amen!
tractor/hay ride driver: cirilo -way fun!
In Jesus Name, a very big "Thank YOU!"