Constance…if you have not ever seen this movie, and you have longings for something…beyond? Something lost? Something that was meant to be yours and yet somehow missed you? Something that died and should have lived forever?
If that is you, then you simply must stop what you are doing, track down the movie “Fly Away Home”, and settle in with a box of tissues. I watch this movie when I am particularly melancholy and aching inside…it provides such release and affirmation of a true and shining core that lays somewhere just beyond what I can touch, and yet strangely affirms the very fact that such a place exists or I wouldn’t know it to miss it, long for it, yearn for it with my very soul.
In the meantime, I post the theme here for you, performed by the inestimable Mary Chapin Carpenter.
Blessings, this night before Palm Sunday…you know that Sunday, right? When every soul in the area recognized Who was amongst them and waved their palm fronds…oh right, I almost forgot…those fronds from last year made their appearance at the beginning of Lent in the form of ashes…I have written a bit about dust and ashes this season.
But this? Ah, Constance…this is Beyond Dust and Ashes!