Movies in the Garden

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 I saw a story today
and felt something within me resonate.

Not just who I am now,

but who I was.

Who I’ve been carrying.

The child recently returned to me.

The one who needed space to heal,

who had space to imagine,

who had a chance to be free.

That space still exists.

It's all around me.
I want to highlight the girl I was.

Seeing that movie made me thing:
Maybe that’s what I try to be

for others— a small light,

a moment of freedom,

a gentle reminder

that they are not alone.

I can’t change the whole world on my own
But I can reach a hand.
I can shift a moment.

I can help someone breathe a little easier.
Someone, not everyone.
And maybe that’s enough.

Stories, songs, and moving pictures—

they carry pieces of us

across time, across hearts.

They remind us

of what we feel,

even when we don’t have the words.

Tonight, I’m grateful

for the ones who create those moments.

For the ones who help us remember.

For the ones who help us feel free again.

(Expanded Thoughts Below)

Saw a movie today, and I didn't expect it to impact me as much as it did. Maybe I did though, especially considering recent conversations with my cousin. I don't know if the movie was on her mind, but she said something that sparked me. 

So I watched the movie about him for $5 thanks to my Tuesday perks from my phone company. 

I really resonate with the child, the inner child that was hurting, and the ability to be free as an adult, or at least in an adult form and body. Neverland is very real for some people. It's funny because I see myself as a type of companion to other people, very fae or fairy-like. At least, that's the best way I can describe what makes sense to me. I don't have the proper words to communicate to others all the time. I prioritize emotion and frequency over words that our brains can grasp, especially because there are semantics. There are so many different meanings and understandings of the words that we hear, even if it does have a set definition. There's just a lot. I find myself wanting to be encouraging to others, and I find that I'm not alone. Even if I feel alone, I'm not on my own.

This cousin is fantastic, and I appreciate her presence in my life. I have wonderful cousins, many, in fact, but this one in particular has been with me through a few rough patches. (We'll talk about my brothers another time.) She says things, and it is good. I understand that I cannot change the world on my own, but I can change someone's world. And if that person is the one that changes the world, fantastic. Or maybe I can help change their world. I mean, technically, we all can change someone's world.

There are so many pieces to this, and there's just so many paths, but I still remember I have to focus on what I can do. I still have to focus on what is right for me. And I appreciate this day of reflection, this day of Sharing Hope, this day of... connection, and I have to thank... I don't know who to thank right now. There's just so many.

I guess I have to thank movies for allowing us to see moments of history and for being able to communicate messages across time and space in a way that we can perceive and look at. Movie magic is real, so is music. Music is the true magic, but I also understand that magic, the term, has been tainted, so forgive me if that term seems like it causes harm. Music is powerful, and you know who I'm gonna speak when I talk about music. I mean, his movie just came out, but I also understand that the movie did not share everything. It didn't showcase all the shadows and the dark side and the concerns. I do not know all the reasons one of his sisters opposed it all, but I respect her stance. I get that the movie only showcased the hope.

The messages, the writings on the wall... there's just so much from so many people, and it's wonderful and glorious. And sometimes when I'm standing in this garden, it truly is hard to figure out who to think and which to focus on. So forgive me if this garden is all over the place and it seems like I'm not focusing on one thing in particular. I will try to figure that out, but I am grateful for movies in this moment. Thank you for all the movie makers, for all the people who put anything on film, anything motivating and meaningful, and of course, but that's also something that is, we have to decide for ourselves.

So yes, thank you, Jacksons. Thank you, Peter Pan. Thank you, Michael, for being the bridge in between.