March Musings

"Good things come to those who wait."
I think that's true. I also think it's true that knowledge comes to those to wait. That understanding comes. That patience develops, that strength grows, that love swells in the breast that doesn't become bitter with the waiting.

I have learned so much from //watching// and ..waiting..
(and it has been very, very worth it)

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At some point or other Jo March, full to bursting with pride and awe of Margaret, says to either Marmee or Teddy, I don't remember which, "I'm a little bit in love with her sometimes."

Words and phrases and just our language in general means so many things to each individual person...but I think I must have something of the same understanding of Louisa May and her characters. I know exactly what Jo means! Leaving any modern slant of romance out of the picture, I fall a little bit in love with people all of the time. I think it's just part of my personality, and how I relate to beauty and art and love.

I'm in love with Manda when I walk in and she's cooking dinner and taking care of two babies at the same time. I'm in love with Kevin when his fingers dance over the keys in a favoured showtune, and I'm in love with Hannah when I see how much she's in love with Kevin. I'm a little in love with Rebekah when she sits at her piano and sings Regina Spektor or plays Paul Simon on guitar, and I'm very much in love with Rachel when I watch her dance. I'm in love with Abigail when she stands naturally pigeon-toed, and with my mother when she puts the wants and needs of her family before herself. I'm in love with Jason Call when he pours his soul into a song on the Atlee stage, and I'm in love with Teddy when I stand in the back of a room watching him be easy, graceful, funny, and winsome in front of a large group of people who adore him. Every time Steponine walks into a room I fall in love with her, and every time Naomi opens her mouth I'm a little bit more in love with her. I'm in love with Danny Elfman after I see "Alice in Wonderland" or listen to "Jack's Lament." I'm in love with Chris Martin when he dances like a dweeb or sings "Fix You" and with Kyle Rodgers when he sings //anything.//

And I think I shall continue to fall in love with people, whether I know them or not. I'm glad I've been blessed with ability to do so. It makes my life happy.

[Let us just hope I don't stumble across a very sinister musical genius who croons and plays piano. I am constantly falling in love with crooning musicians, and if one of them were to form wicked designs against me while simultaneously wooing, I don't know if I'd make it out alive.

~_^]

crucify him...

The first few times I watched Godspell, before I really got it, the crucifixion bothered me a little bit. Not a lot...just, like the tag of a shirt. Because, yes, there was some "electric fence" theme going on. But not really. There were no soldiers, no nails, no spears. Jesus just had his wrists tied down with ribbons and then proceeded to experience agony and death. It didn't really click. WHY was he dying? HOW was he dying?

And then I was ok with it. The whole thing is metaphorical anyway, right? But just a few days ago I thought of that scene in a way I've never thought before.

Being crucified didn't kill Jesus. Nails didn't drain his life. Soldiers didn't murder him. We did. I did. The weight of the world was on his shoulders, crushing his life. He was drowning in sin, not blood. And then Godspell made his death seem more real than it ever had, to me. Because our sin was enough to make him cry out in agony. And his love was great enough to keep him there; he was only held by scraps of fabric.

His life was not taken from him- he gave it.