Musings over coffee

I've been thinking about starting a blog for some time now.  Maybe it is the writer in me or even the gardener who's wanting to speak out.   Or just the little boy deep down inside who is now more then ever finding his voice amongst the din of very day life.  No matter.  The reasons are not really important.  The fact I have started is.

I went to see "Where the Wild Things Are" last night with my honey, Dino.  He suggested it yesterday while we were having lunch.  It's a movie based on a children's book published in 1963. I had never even heard of the book.  Not surprising really.  I missed out on a lot during my insane childhood.   Anyways, the movie was so beautiful and symbolic for so many reasons. It's a wonderfully visual story about love, loss, abandonment, rejection, pain, and finally rebirth.   I found myself tearing up many times; something I do quite frequently these days. This is not surprising either.  Beautiful things, scary things, meaningful things. They all seems to set me off.  I'm actually proud of that fact though.   I am feeling my emotions in a more integral way each and every day.  Something that is amazing to me in and of itself,  even earth shattering. Admittedly, there were many years when I just didn't feel at all.  Couldn't really.  But I'll probably save that for a future posting; or maybe not.

As Dino and I walked home around 2a we talked about the symbolism of Wild Things and our impressions of it.  It was quite an incredible conversation.  Maybe it was because it was such a warm and muggy night; so unlike a typical San Francisco one.  Or maybe it was because the weather added an element to our conversation that seemed to jump right off the screen.  Or maybe it was because Dino and I connect at such a deep level.  I'm not quite sure; but by the time we got home I was existing in a place that was seemingly rooted in love, serenity, and exquisite groundedness.  You know that feeling, it's the one you feel when you're wrapped in your favorite blanket, the one that has the distinct smell of love; while you're sitting in your favorite place; surrounded by all of things that mean everything to you.  I laid on floor staring up at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour while Dino worked on the computer.  I love those rare moments in life when all is right and nothing can seemingly hurt you.   And that was in the end what I loved about Wild Things.  It is all about that journey, the one that takes us to that place deep inside that we integrally know as home.