A movie called “Living” starring Bill Nighy. It’s on Netflix. It was released in 2022. The story takes place in 1953 and it looks like it was filmed in 1953. Anything with Bill Nighy in it is most definitely worth your time, truer than ever for this film. I won’t rehash the plot, it is a simple story. The movie is slow and it will creep up on you slowly, gathering you in, and by the end you will just sit, as the credits roll, and get misty eyed and think – “That was just so lovely”
The Magical ~
I was in the lobby of my building, waiting at the front desk to pick up my packages when a man came in, carrying a pet carrier, empty, a cat clinging to his shoulder. I naturally ooh’d and ahh’d over the cat, he was young and so beautiful. I walked over to the man, as he waited for the elevator, and exclaimed “How beautiful, Is he a Burmese?” The man answered “Yes, a chocolate Burmese”. He then turned so I could be face to face with the cat, whose head was resting on the man’s shoulder.
I moved closer to the cat and he just stared into my eyes and then, the cat stretched his head forward and touched his nose to my nose! The cat continued to stare into my eyes as the man stepped into the elevator and the door closed.
A cat I had never met before touched his nose to my nose! Cat people will know how extraordinarily wonderful and magical that is.
It truly is the small things in life that bring meaning and joy.
In the lobby of my building we have a small bookcase where folks leave books and magazines they no longer want and anyone can take anything they care to. I have periodically left books and on rare occasions picked up a few.
Last night, after checking my mailbox I decided to browse the latest offerings and found “The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and The Horse” by Charlie Mackesy. I snatched that up so quick and hustled to the elevators like a thief. I could not imagine that someone left this!
I hadn’t read it before but I have seen the movie which was the 2023 Oscar winner for Best Animated Short.
“You watched an animated movie, Grace?” Yes, I know, I have often said I don’t care for animated movies (aside from Coraline) but on one of those sleepless, stressed out nights when my husband was in the nursing home, and I needed something to distract me. I found the movie on Apple+. (This is the trailer for the movie).
It is only 34 minutes long but it is 34 minutes well spent that will touch your heart.
The movie is the book word-for-word and visually the movie is SO captivating. I could gush for days. But I’ll stop here. Treat yourself to the movie, especially if, perhaps, you are not having a great day and you need something beautiful to look at and need to hear something to warm your heart.
A foggy day…and that phrase reminds me of a song – as does most everything – and while this is Virginia not London…
“A foggy day in London town Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with alarm The British museum had lost its charm How long, I wondered, could this thing last?But the age of miracles hadn’t passed For, suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town The sun was shining everywhere…”
You find what you need – or rather IT finds You – when you need it the most.
My Mother’s Savage Daughter
Chorus: I am my mother’s savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones. I am my mother’s savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.
My mother’s child is a savage, She looks for her omens in the colors of stones, In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
My mother’s child dances in darkness, And sings heathen songs by the light of the moon, And watches the stars and renames the planets, And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
My mother’s child curses too loud and too often, My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long, And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches, And clumsily raises her voice in this song.
Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water, Brought into this world through blood and through pain, And deep in our bones, the old songs are wakening, So sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
(Chorus x3) We are our mother’s savage daughters, The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones. We are our mother’s savage daughters, We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice
My Mother’s Savage Daughter words/music c.1990 k.l. u. kahan aka Wyndreth Berginsdottir
As sung by the song creator –
There are covers of this song, made all pretty but who sings a song better than the writer of the song.