film therapy - Born Into Brothels
Well, I put off watching this film for years. I just haven't been up to watching a film about the slums of Calcutta. I assumed it would be depressing.
To be honest, it made me cry - but not because it was depressing; because it was so inspiring. Sometimes really good things ... things that make my soul soar ... just break me down. I wrote to my daughter about the power of photography (following up on a conversation we had earlier today). I am stunned by how some visuals are so profound - far beyond words. I am just a word person.
It is good to cry. I think that these are the moments that provide a chink of light into the darkness that keeps me from moving. I really don't cry enough, considering all the sadness I feel. And, I really need all the light I can get, even though it is never direct ... more like a flicker that I can barely follow in my peripheral vision. It catches me and I have to stop.
I am waiting. There will be more. I just have to be open to seeing.
To be honest, it made me cry - but not because it was depressing; because it was so inspiring. Sometimes really good things ... things that make my soul soar ... just break me down. I wrote to my daughter about the power of photography (following up on a conversation we had earlier today). I am stunned by how some visuals are so profound - far beyond words. I am just a word person.
It is good to cry. I think that these are the moments that provide a chink of light into the darkness that keeps me from moving. I really don't cry enough, considering all the sadness I feel. And, I really need all the light I can get, even though it is never direct ... more like a flicker that I can barely follow in my peripheral vision. It catches me and I have to stop.
I am waiting. There will be more. I just have to be open to seeing.