I know holding on to regrets too much can be a dangerous thing. But, I don’t believe anyone can emotionally force himself or herself to just jettison old regrets. I think you have to work through them first. (Emotional “forcing” doesn’t work in general on about anything, for that matter.)
First, I think, finding out how much of the emotion behind the regret is sadness and how much is anger is very important. Then, working through that emotion is helpful, or even necessary. After that, “mourning/grieving” the fact that whatever the issue is didn’t turn out the way I wanted is also helpful. If the issue is big enough, or has sat unresolved enough, this can take a while, just like the stereotyped DABDA, the denial/anger/bargaining/depression/acceptance process of grieving in general.
February 24, 2007
“Even a poor tailor journalist has some right to happiness”
I just got a remastered DVD version of “Fiddler on the Roof” from Amazon this week. Letterbox version with some add-ons.
It’s one of my top movies of all time, even if folks at the American Film Institute can’t see fit to vote it into their top-100 list.
The undercurrent theme of tragedy, the elements of change, and the way the three romances are played off of that, are all key to why I like it, as is the music.
Anyway, the remastering has cleaned up the soundtrack as well as the video. And, in part due to my current churned-up emotional state, I certainly probably had the most teary viewing of Fiddler ever.
The quote (the original quote, not with the strikethrough) is actually first from Tevye’s oldest daughter, Tzeitel. Motel the tailor, her childhood sweetheart, repeats it when finally getting the nerve to tell Tevye he wants to marry Tzeitel himself. It resonates a lot with me.
It’s one of my top movies of all time, even if folks at the American Film Institute can’t see fit to vote it into their top-100 list.
The undercurrent theme of tragedy, the elements of change, and the way the three romances are played off of that, are all key to why I like it, as is the music.
Anyway, the remastering has cleaned up the soundtrack as well as the video. And, in part due to my current churned-up emotional state, I certainly probably had the most teary viewing of Fiddler ever.
The quote (the original quote, not with the strikethrough) is actually first from Tevye’s oldest daughter, Tzeitel. Motel the tailor, her childhood sweetheart, repeats it when finally getting the nerve to tell Tevye he wants to marry Tzeitel himself. It resonates a lot with me.
February 23, 2007
Fear of “getting stuck” or “getting trapped”
That was the “fear beneath the fear” that hit me when I moved to Far South Lancaster.
For those of you who know me well, and know my “story” well enough, the fears of getting stuck, whether in a place that I don’t want to relate to as a place (or don’t relate to it well), or with a point in my job or career path, or with people in or not in my life, or what I’m doing or not doing about that, and fears about all that …
It should be no surprise that this fear of “getting trapped” relates to much more concrete fears of getting trapped … literally. Which often happened.
For those of you who know me well, and know my “story” well enough, the fears of getting stuck, whether in a place that I don’t want to relate to as a place (or don’t relate to it well), or with a point in my job or career path, or with people in or not in my life, or what I’m doing or not doing about that, and fears about all that …
It should be no surprise that this fear of “getting trapped” relates to much more concrete fears of getting trapped … literally. Which often happened.
February 22, 2007
In the top 2,000 at Amazon
Enough book reading, and classical music listening, and reviews of this, and my Amazon reviewer ranking continues to rise, in spite of me not being afraid to two-star or even occasionally one-star some items, and comment in detail about why.
POIGNANCY
Poignancy is
A gentle sadness tingeing life
A gentle, tender, humble sadness
One that does not diminish joys when they come
But knows that every joy has seeds of pain
Of limitation, of human frailty,
A caressing sadness, too,
One of connection
Of oneness with this world.
And so I am poignant
Upon seeing near-bare trees
Of late fall, or
Pale, thin sunsets
In February.
Or a love grown old and cold,
Faded out of my life.
I embrace poignancy,
Knowing that my feelings, from my gentle
Sadness-tinged soul,
Are from my heart
And if I let them,
As I walk the path of growth,
They can help my healing.
2000/2007
A gentle sadness tingeing life
A gentle, tender, humble sadness
One that does not diminish joys when they come
But knows that every joy has seeds of pain
Of limitation, of human frailty,
A caressing sadness, too,
One of connection
Of oneness with this world.
And so I am poignant
Upon seeing near-bare trees
Of late fall, or
Pale, thin sunsets
In February.
Or a love grown old and cold,
Faded out of my life.
I embrace poignancy,
Knowing that my feelings, from my gentle
Sadness-tinged soul,
Are from my heart
And if I let them,
As I walk the path of growth,
They can help my healing.
2000/2007
Lancaster Town Square: Will it ever reach “the old days” again?
While perhaps not as pessimistic as my Lancaster Today predecessor, Chuck Bloom, I think the tornado of 1994 did change things permanently.
As far as Town Square, how many merchants stayed open late on Musicfest Thursdays in the spring and early summer? Other than Pablo at Amaya’s, you know the answer if you’ve lived there long enough.
So, while I opined in the past that it was regrettable that the city of Lancaster’s Parks and Recreation Department moved more and more of Musicfest away from Town Square, can you really blame Gary and his staff? The community picnic of April wasn’t totally reaching newer residents (but “reaching” does have to go both ways, even if it’s still theoretically easier for a “majority” to reach out to a “minority” than vice versa).
Second Saturdays were nice, but there’s a lot of other stuff against which they compete. Of course, when a lot of newer residents not only still consider themselves Dallasites, but illegally vote in Dallas elections, that’s a tough pull to overcome.
As far as Town Square, how many merchants stayed open late on Musicfest Thursdays in the spring and early summer? Other than Pablo at Amaya’s, you know the answer if you’ve lived there long enough.
So, while I opined in the past that it was regrettable that the city of Lancaster’s Parks and Recreation Department moved more and more of Musicfest away from Town Square, can you really blame Gary and his staff? The community picnic of April wasn’t totally reaching newer residents (but “reaching” does have to go both ways, even if it’s still theoretically easier for a “majority” to reach out to a “minority” than vice versa).
Second Saturdays were nice, but there’s a lot of other stuff against which they compete. Of course, when a lot of newer residents not only still consider themselves Dallasites, but illegally vote in Dallas elections, that’s a tough pull to overcome.
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