Did anyone besides SP, Audra and myself see Joe vs the Volcano?
I remember the three of us, and I think it was only the three of us, sitting in the theatre just loving every second of that movie. I think that for awhile in the world, we were the only three. It’s got it’s own little cult following now. I’ve seen quotes sprinkled throughout social media this week, they always make me smile.
Patricia: My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and they live in a state of constant total amazement.
The flotsam and jetsam of a life shared bubbles up in my brain at the craziest of times. This week has been an opportunity for many of them to rise up, what with all the reflection and all of the new that came around.
It’s a reminder to me.
Though we may feel wonky, uncomfortable and downright afraid, we have each other. For those of you that aren’t feeling wonky, uncomfortable and downright afraid you’re likely not brown skinned or have loved ones that are, not gay or have loved ones that are, not raising a transgender child or have loved ones that are, not…well the list could go on right? These are legitimate fears. Not some kind of fear mongering crying of the wolf by the side that lost.
It’s when I get caught up in the frizzle of the storm that I reach for one of those pieces of flotsam and jetsam.
Angelica: Would you like to hear one of my poems?
Joe Banks: Sure.
Angelica: Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair… covered the emptiness of my hand… Would you like to hear it again?
Joe Banks: Ok.
Angelica: Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair… covered the emptiness of my hand.
and I laugh.
and I send a text of love, or a quote from a favorite tv show, or like a post or just say I Love You but I am STRUGGLING.
I understand the need to rage and point fingers and say DON’T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN.
I understand the fear and the pit in our stomach for our children and those that we hold close.
I understand the maniacal reading of everything on the internet and posting and reposting and saying SEE I TOLD YOU SO.
I don’t have any answers.
I slept a lot yesterday and last night. My soul was beyond weary and flat ass exhausted.
But today, I awoke to a morning filled with sunlight and laughter and dog breath. I get it.
I see crunchy leaves that resisted the urge to show off with bright colors and just said fuck it and dropped to the ground. I get that too.
We’re going away from the things of man for a short time and I cannot wait.
Patricia: I wonder where we’ll end up?
Joe Banks: Away from the things of man, my love. Away from the things of man.
Tonight the moon will be beautiful, big and bright. I will look up and I’ll think of my friends who are always with me as I quote:
Joe Banks: Dear God, whose name I do not know – thank you for my life. I forgot how BIG… thank you. Thank you for my life.