We had a great weekend celebrating the holidays in our small father and son fashion. Friday night we watched "Miracle on 34th Street"; the original with a very young Natalie Wood and the ever-vivacious Maureen O'Hara as the moppet's mother. Edmund Gwen is Kris Kringle, aka Santa Claus and steals every scene he is in. Justin was recounting his favorite scenes and characters to me the next day. He is always sure to point out the bad guy in every film, or ask, "is that the bad guy?" if he's not sure. I prefer it when it's not so clear -- more like real life -- but it can be confusing to a young person.
|Maureen O'Hara and Edmund Gwen in "Miracle on 34th Street"|
I think, as human beings, we love stories, in which the main character undergoes some sort of transformation, usually from bad-mannered to benevolent, poor to rich, or downtrodden to being on top of the world. We admire these types of stories, because we ourselves find it difficult to change, especially in such a drastic fashion as Mr. Scrooge. Change usually happens in baby steps, although a horrendous tragedy can transform someone overnight, aging them a couple of decades. Being set in one's ways is not just a saying. Our habits and personalities are practically set in stone by the time we're adults. That's why chemicals are often used nudge neurotransmitters in the right direction.
I've often thought that if I were able to view myself in a totally objective fashion I would be shocked and stunned, because the real me would not match my perceived image of myself. Then there is that whole ever-shifting fragility of being thing. There are certainly times when I find it difficult to keep myself together, and that's when I take a walk in the moonlight and connect with my real self, without the trappings of media, politics, judgements, mistakes and wrongful boasts. Sometimes I forget my original face, and forget that I am created of love too.
I am also made of bits of ancient stars, and together all those bits wish you Happy Holidays!
Stay safe and sane.