Julie and Julia

I watched the movie tonight for the first time. Yes, I am late to join in on these things. Yes, I was richly rewarded for the wait. The performances, oh yes, the performances. But the words, the wine, the saturated beauty of every single puzzle piece that went into this inspiring and genuine story. Delicious.

I love that Julia Child wanted to change the world with her cooking, with her words of cooking. Oh, the pages upon pages of carefully articulated results yielded from the art of trial and error! She laughs while packing up the box (holding her eight years of work) to send to her publisher for approval as if it is so naive to hope and wish that she could do something that could change the world. It is what we all want, isn't it? To inspire, yes, but I really believe it is ultimately, to share. That is why we story tell- weaving our webs with whatever malleable substance we can get our mortal hands on- words, paints, clay, treble clef or bass, numbers, protractors...seeking the art of living, of telling the story we are pursuing. However, it is the sharing that matters most. It isn't real until it is shared. The result matters, but not because IT actually matters, but because it can be passed on.

This is why I love language, cooking, wine, and music.... the laughter that comes from a warm kitchen while stories are exchanged and palates are satiated and pleasured. And to think all of this can happen, and it CAN change people's lives. This is why I loved this movie, because it links hope with ordinary life. Now, I know that everything in comparison with this movie is not so simple, or pretty, or perfect- but jeez, it does happen every once in a while! Make a personal vow to take in a little more- that little bit of hope in you to work on a dream- that little bit of heaven in a slow cooked meal- that conversation that suddenly extends until dawn. Simply put: let's savor our stories. Put it on simmer and let it goooooooooooo.......

It's been a long time

Since I rock and rolled yea! (insert bad ass guitar riff here)

Thank you Led Zeppelin for leading me off...

It has been a long time. And i promise to write more soon. But for now, a short synopsis:

Get in line to ride a roller coaster in your favorite outfit on a first date but make friends with the other people about to get on the ride, second guess your decision fifteen times while you are waiting, step into the attraction with caution and exhilaration, immediately enjoy the thrill of the ride as it starts, twist and turn with confidence, suddenly throw up on your new date, become mortified, watch your date leave, then unexpectedly become surrounded with support by the new friends you made in line who were luckily just on the ride too and totally understand. Swish your mouth out with some diet coke, and climb on another ride with some awesome new people. You might throw up again, or you might ace it this time. But it's worth a try...that is why you came to amusement park, after all. To ride the rides, not sit on the bench and eat cotton candy.

I hope that can sum it up for now.

That, and a favorite quote by Galileo:

"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."