Wednesday, February 4, 2009

One too many windows

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills: From whence cometh my help. I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent are the quiet trees and the green listening sod; Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent; The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God!" (Psalms 118:24, 121 & C.H. Towne (1902)).

The Sound of Music is a very corny film. Yet we all love it. If only because Maria's panties can be seen when she's hopping off the bus during the "I Have Confidence" LSD extravaganza. But a crucial line opens that song (again, corny) which has Maria saying as she's leaving the abbey (Rosemberg, an abbey is a place where nuns pray for you people to convert): "When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window".

However now that I think about it, even if Maria opened a window that said "Surprise! You're going to spend some time lurking the halls of a hospital, land a job, get three more offers, asked to write a speech (and then have it surreptitiously withdrawn), graduate, get a new dog, worry about the upcoming elections and prepare to vote", I'm sure she would have loaded a Winchester 57, fired at the damn window and gone back into the abbey disappointedly. She was supposed to hop on a bus just to have sex with a captain! Not have every single thing she had looked forward to in 2009 (except the hospital bit. That was just added in by God for a dramatic effect) thrown at her in a timeframe of two weeks. (Why the hell am I using nuns as metaphors?!?!?)

Truth is I’m collapsed. You know when you just need to sit in a corner of silence? I seek a moment's worth of mahogany windowsills overlooking onto verandas of breezy weeping willows. A cave of wonders that leads to an exit sign. A beach that knows no boundaries. It is most ungrateful to think this way when I should be thanking my lucky stars. Now, when everything happens for a reason and when the going gets tough. When every single shoulder has lent itself to cry your heart out and yet one has not stopped to shed a single tear. Here, when the eyelids close and the words just flourish. Without looking for meaning yet perhaps hoping for sense. Everything enjoyable is at a moment’s reach: a hospital bed that exudes life, an office desk that offers promise, a milestone of medals that exemplifies glories. A moment’s worth the distance run. Why then am I so tired?

Idealist check: I wish for one day of quiet. Reality check: I fear it may all vanish if the quiet ever comes. Then again the British had it worse in September of 1939 when this poster was commissioned. Best to follow their advice.-

1 comment:

La Chica Bond said...

Mi toston amado como bien dicen: THIS TOO SHALL PASS
Mucha fuerza!
Love you

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