Finding life in unexpected places...

I've been thinking more about the movie I wrote about in my last post, Lars and the Real Girl. I was really impressed with the writer's use of characters, and I asked myself what it was about the doll that made everyone, not just Lars, create such a strong relationship with her. Then, I thought about this blog. I really feel I have a kind of relationship with this blog. I miss it when I skip a night of posting. Then I started to branch out to other inanimate, yet tangible, objects. I almost cried, in fact I would have had my sister not been present, when I had to let go of my first car. When we returned from Mexico, the smell alone of my house was so comforting. And, books. Stories. The characters may not be real, but we still cry for them and laugh with them. This reminded me of the movie Castaway, when Tom Hanks' character befriends a volleyball. A volleyball that may have afforded him his sanity in such a scary and lonely situation.

In thinking about all of this, I realized that we have more relationships than we realize. More support than we take notice of. It illustrated to me some of the Eastern philosophies I have just finished reading about. The idea that there is life in all things, big and small. Whether real or imagined, does it really matter?


Relationships. This group of teens spent the evening playing songs, singing, and laughing on the streets of Oaxaca one night. It was wonderful to be a witness to their relationship.