I’ve not heard of this gentleman, Christopher Poindexter, but his words remind me so much of being on the ice, or in a ballroom.
To dance or figure skate is – to me – like transcending spoken language, and speaking with the fluency (and vocabulary) of all the ages. It is as though I have the freedom to fly, though I haven’t (visible) wings with which to do so. And yet…it feels nigh impossible to share that “feeling” with those who haven’t felt it too.
As an Empath, I often question whether verbal language contains enough “words’ to capture emotion – for me, it falls short at times. Frequently, even…
One cannot capture the true and undiluted essence of flying with a pen (though if anyone would desire the ability to articulate such feelings accurately, I. . .and possibly Mr. Poindexter. . .would.)
I suppose that means we just have to be willing to fly, lest we not know the feeling of a movement that can – truly – set us free.
Even in utter darkness…should an hour so shrouded in Stygian shade come to pass…there is hope.
One need only – as the illustrious poet once said – a tiny spark. For the smallest flicker is all one needs to unleash his mighty flame. . .
Well…nailed this one right on the head!
There might be some of conjuring going on during Samhain…veil is at its thinnest, after all. But I *hope* it’s of the POSITIVE kind…not so much in the way of welcoming demons (modern life has plenty of its own!)
If, on the other hand, one meant to call forth darker entities, only to whip up happy little lemons (because the cursive was too hard to read!)…well then…I’m okay with that!
Nothing wrong with a little sweet-tart, on Halloween or any other day!
I didn’t care for the acting in Sleepy Hollow – I have to get that out of the way. But I don’t watch Tim Burton movies for the acting. His decadently dreary visuals simply light my heart aglow, especially when they lean Autumnal (to my gothic heart, it seems his lenses are so seasonally tinted – perpetually, much to my joy!)
His eerie, throw-back town, cloaked in lowly fog and Samhain-style mise-en-scene is so my speed it’s ridiculous. The average human being, I daresay, seems to possess such desires as going to the beach, baking beneath a blindingly hot ball of fire. . . They like pop stars and malls and large gatherings of people… And there I sit – and always HAVE sat – with a heart yearning for the deep. For the drumming of the earth, the black of the night, the impossibly-incandescent burn of the moon and stars.
I’m scarcely morbid, and find myself often mistaken for a social butterfly. No. Nooo. I’m more like the little black bat flitting around at Dusk. The Morticia in the corner, carefully contemplating, and reveling in the shadows. While not so evident at this stage in my life, at least I’m not accused of loving pink – ah yes, at least that is obvious enough!
Tim Burton’s quirky characters, singularly macabre and always intriguing, enchanted me from the get-go – Each one more peculiar than the next, and ever placed in spectacularly vampish settings.
I don’t want to live in a City, my feet falling on hard concrete and my gaze stifled by towering man-made constructions. I don’t need to be in the center of things, encompassed by busy streets and bustling storefronts. Sure, I enjoy not being completely isolated – it’s nice to have some manner of life around! But I’d much prefer those ghostly streets, with their spectral, smokey vapor and stormy skies… A few lit Jack-O-Lanterns would be enough to brighten the mood for me. . .
I think a lot of people feel that they need someone to push them to work harder, but the reality is, they have so much strength inside already. I love the Elizabeth Gilbert quotation about the Universe burying strange jewels within us – in my own mind, it serves as a reminder that each of us harbors precious, priceless gifts deep inside. We are capable of anything put our minds to. We are incredible. . .and beautiful. . .and divine.
Some days we feel down, exhausted, like we aren’t doing enough…
Others, we guilt ourselves for taking a break, eating something less healthy when we are usually so good…
We give ourselves a hard time and allow a self-dialogue that’s negative, hurtful, unsupportive.
But if we take a moment to breathe…to step back and see the larger picture, we will find that we are really pretty remarkable.
We manage to work hard, stay dedicated to our families, keep moving even when we aren’t feeling our best. We find ways to be there for others when they need support or a helping hand. We balance exercise with deadlines and lovers and friends… We do quite a LOT, actually…and we often keep a smile on while doing it!
No human being is perfect, but that’s the beauty in it – we all have something special. We all harbor these multi-faceted, flowing jewels of grace and wisdom and goodness within us that sometimes gets buried in the dust of day to day drudgery and stress.
But those parts of us are ALWAYS there – like fractures of starlight all our own, to take with us through Life. They are infinite, and utterly extraordinary.
YOU are extraordinary…
I saw this a long time ago but it recently cropped up again…and I laughed, but with a shadow over my heart at the same time.
Much that there are areas in which I’m sure we all wish things could improve, most of us are a lot better off than we may remember at a given moment…
There are definitely days that instead of dealing with people who simply DON’T think…I’d rather try to dodge flying bats or killer whales. I’m sure bugs and penguins across the globe are not only cringing at my words, but that they might actually sit me down and say “gratitude is a beautiful thing. HAVE MORE, human.”
I can’t say they’d be wrong.