I Saw Sunday Week #14
For I Saw Sunday Week 14
– Movies, three of them. Despicable Me, which was a bit disappointing. Expected more from the hype. The three little girls stole the show, and that was to be expected. Think the highlight of the movie was when the youngest of the three, took in a deep breath and asked if what she was doing was annoying, as she slapped her puffed out cheeks and made popping noises. It was all a bit predictable.
Second movie was Ramona and Beezus. The movie is part of a series of books written by Beverly Cleary. The adventures of a young girl who is both accident prone and sees things a bit differently than others. It’s a quiet little flick with a very important message about the value in being oneself, no matter what others might think or say. Having been a Ramona type individual for most of my existence, I related well and appreciated the message at this point in my life.
The last of the three, was the one I really wanted to see. Legend of the Guardians, another animated film. I have long been enamored of owls and wanted to see what had been done with them. The background imagery was beautifully executed, constantly reminding the viewer that this was another world, another way of being, seeing, and thinking. But, it was also classic mythology about two brothers who separate, following two different paths, one of darkness, the other of light, and their ultimate struggle with one another, and good versus evil.
Owls have long been a symbol of wisdom and knowledge, and the diversity within the species leant itself well to the story line and the concept of individuality, even within a community of like minded believers. But there are cultures where the owl represents a harbinger of death and darkness. A creature who flies silently through the night, on powerful wings, a predator of the unknown and unseeable. Again a potent reminder of our own world of shadow and light.
I enjoyed the movie and its message about believing in story enough to breathe life into that story, and allowing it to live, to become reality. A message about following ones own inner leadings rather than being dependent on what can only be seen. Following the leadings of ones gut, rather than the words of a charismatic leader. The fact that we seldom look deep enough to know why we do, and choose, the things we do. Actually come to comprehend our own motivation.
I know there are those who might see the film as no more than passing, momentary entertainment for children. Yet, I found a deep and wonderful nugget of truth within it. As well as the music of Owl City, a particular favorite of mine in the moment. It might not be anyone else’s cup of tea, but I was both intrigued and fascinated the entire time I watched it. The message was one I needed at this time in my life, and I’m glad I found it. I would and do recommend it, highly.
– More words, of course, as I put the finishing touches on the manuscript from the November PAD Challenge at Poetic Asides. A new poetic form called The Dead Man Poems, created by Marvin Bell which entails looking at things from totally different angles. I wrote two poems in the form and thoroughly enjoyed expanding my own understanding and skills. And a new prompt to engage in specific observation through the month of January, one each day. It’s called a River of Stones and can be found here:
I plan on taking part in it and if you are curious, go take a look.
– And more colors of course.
I will have to order new pens soon. Am running out of my favorites and want to try some new ones as well.
– Although I didn’t see them, I did speak to my youngest daughter. She, in turn, handed the phone to her three daughters and I spent a delightful hour chatting with Angelia (age 6) who is pretty sure that most of the gifts under the tree have her name on them. Isabella (age 11) who is reading a book about a young girl who has Cerebral Palsy, and is finally learning how to speak. We discussed my brush with the same disability. And Kaitlynn (age 14) who has lots of friends, no particular boyfriend, loves numbers as much as her grandmother loves words, and giggled when I asked if she was getting into trouble.
Thanks for sharing my week, and come join us with the details of your own.