A little something to keep you warm this winter...

Here's the thing, methinks you'll concur
In this season of snow and fur:
We'll curl our toes 'round fire and smoke,
Belie the Winter's cold cruel joke
Light the candles midst dark of night
Bring to the world that bit of light
Sent down from the stars one day long ago
When th' world just a dream, an idea to grow
Think not of the gifts the Old Bishop will bring
For your heart is a bell that loudly must ring
Keep merry the Season, loved-ones close by
Though they be far or though they be nigh
And here's my Winter's Wish for you
That light and love will see you through
These nights that are long and cold and dark
'Til Spring returns with the song of the lark

Happy Holly Days!!

Posted on Thursday 16 of December, 2004 [23:41:52 UTC]

Death comes in threes.

For some cosmic reason, celebrities of equal note seem to pass in groups of threes within a week of one another. First it was Janet Leigh, the gorgeous Aleta from "Prince Valiant,", then the affable self defacing Rodney Dangerfield, and now the big screen and real life hero Christopher Reeve.

After 24 years, the 1978 film "Superman," starring then-unkown Christopher Reeve still thrills. Reeve's heart-felt performance in that movie, as well as the next sequel, still touch me. More than the special effects, Reeve himself dazzled us into believing that yes, such a hero can exist. A man can fly, not with wires or super powers, but through his drive to help others. Superman didn't have to save people and fight crime. He chose to do so. With his powers he could have conquered the world, or left earthlings to squabble amongst themselves and blwo up the planet. But he stayed. He made this world his home and did what he could to make it a better place.

When Christopher Reeve broke his neck, he could have left this world, become a recluse, given in to feelings of defeat. He didn't. Tirelessly, he strove to find a way to regain his mobility, to reach out to others and show them that one is only paralyzed by one's own mind, not the body. He spoke out in the name of research, gave people of similar physical circumstances hope and bolstered their courage. He continued to act on screen, which I know took more effort than I could imagine. This was a man who was to many the ultimate sex symbol, suddenly trapped in a body that had to be fed by others. And yet he did not give up.

How prophetic the slogan for that Superman movie was all those years ago: "You will believe a man can fly." Christopher Reeve showed us that no matter what, we can each fly in our own way.

I believe.

Posted on Monday 11 of October, 2004 [17:28:22 UTC]