Losing Neverland
We saw Finding Neverland earlier today. Fantastic movie... and it made me cry. Of course, the good productions of Peter Pan always have.
Don't worry. There are no spoilers here.
Of course, various perfomances of Peter Pan are part of Finding Neverland. It was those bits that brought me to tears, two in particular. One was Peter sending Wendy off, and the other was the bit where Tinkerbell drank the poison and nearly died. The first merely made me misty. The second wet my cheeks and made breathing hard. It's a complex web of feeling and meaning under it all, and I haven't figured it all out yet. What I have figured out is that it has to do with the loss of dreams and a world where dreams walk amongst us. The loss of... something.
It's what I try to get at when I game, or when I write (and that has come harder recently). I haved also realized that it's what I'm looking for in magick and paganism. Neverland, or my own little corner of it.
I don't know exactlly when I lost it -- or at least reliable contact with it. I've found bits and pieces of it, in various relationships and activities. Not enough, though. Never enough to relax, to trust that it will still be there if I let go of it for a little while.
Neverland...
Don't worry. There are no spoilers here.
Of course, various perfomances of Peter Pan are part of Finding Neverland. It was those bits that brought me to tears, two in particular. One was Peter sending Wendy off, and the other was the bit where Tinkerbell drank the poison and nearly died. The first merely made me misty. The second wet my cheeks and made breathing hard. It's a complex web of feeling and meaning under it all, and I haven't figured it all out yet. What I have figured out is that it has to do with the loss of dreams and a world where dreams walk amongst us. The loss of... something.
It's what I try to get at when I game, or when I write (and that has come harder recently). I haved also realized that it's what I'm looking for in magick and paganism. Neverland, or my own little corner of it.
I don't know exactlly when I lost it -- or at least reliable contact with it. I've found bits and pieces of it, in various relationships and activities. Not enough, though. Never enough to relax, to trust that it will still be there if I let go of it for a little while.
Neverland...