We just returned from a wonderful supper at Philinos and a horrible movie called "The Wind That Shakes The Barley" about the beginnings of the IRA. I mean horrible in the sense that though the movie received awards for its craftsmanship, the horrors on the screen totally undid me and it was all I could do to stop my weeping after it ended and compose myself enough to get out of the theatre and walk back to the car. I don't know exactly what in this movie affected me so much, and frankly at this point, I don't want to think about it right now, but it was all just wrong, wrong wrong followed by more wrong. I still feel incredibly sad, no not sad - there is this cry of NO NO NO NO in my heart and there is nothing to make it right.
A good sleep, lots of hugs from Dean, and talking to Jesus are needed: that always puts things in better perspective for me.
This picture is of a GOOD thing: the entrance to the North Brooklyn Vineyard Down Under Room where we joined them for a profound look at Jesus' sacrifice and suffering on Good Friday.
Sacrifice and suffering are not worthy things in and of themselves: the cause or motivation must be pure and right and lovely. Let me think on things pure and right and lovely tonight.
I am going to bed.