Tim Burton films run hot and cold for me. Hot? That would be Edward Scissorhands. Cold? Willy Wonka. I appreciate his sense of style, fantasy, imagination, fun and darkness. He has a voice… a perspective. And that’s something. So as a huge fan of classic children’s and middle/young adult fiction, it’s with great anticipation that I saw the trailer to Alice in Wonderland. Looks good enough to eat.
Today was a great day. We were with our lovely neighbors at the lake early this morning enjoying the cool water, the nibbling fish and the joy of a young child discovering a remote cove for the first time. We snacked on cherries and crackers and basked in the beauty of the rolling Texas Hill Country. By 1 p.m., we were back in our comfortable, safe and air conditioned home with a happy, sleepy little boy nestled into a dark little room for a summer afternoon nap cuddled up with a Very Hungry Caterpillar doll. He woke up all smiles and light, and I know that there is no amount of money on earth that could come close to how rich I felt today with my family and friends.
So I thought about this song by The Submarines. And though it always reminds me of those pesky iPhone commercials, independently of that it’s such a great song about living life with a full heart and how that keeps us present and alive.
“Here we are in the center of the first world. It’s laid out for us. Who are we to break down? Everyday we wake up. We choose love. We choose light. And we try, it’s too easy just to fall apart.”
My birthday was last month and my big sister Marisa couldn’t get up here to celebrate. She was busy getting ready for a business trip and preparing for a big trip to Puerto Rico with her family. I miss her sometimes, but I’m glad that I have an amazing group of “sisters” that I meet with once a week to talk about matters of the heart and soul.
This week we talked about the power of meditation and prayer, as well as the definition of happiness. Is happiness the same thing as joy, gratitude, authenticity? We wrote about it a bit and there was a magical consensus of sorts. Happiness is about a return to your true self, and the power of that self exists in each moment. Wherever you are.
So yesterday my father delivered a present from my sister. It’s an art collage with writing created by Christine Mason Miller. It reads:
“The deepest joy exists in those rare instances of CLARITY when there is no wanting, no yearning, no clinging to some idealized life we believe exists somewhere other than exactly where we are.”
I love it when themes emerge. Don’t you?