seasons…
You had already fallen asleep exhausted from a day full
so I watched that movie about the colonel and his three sons
and madness lost then found. I’ve seen it a hundred times
and never fail to weep when the sons go off to war and there
the youngest dies. But last night I found tears in a different
scene, the one where the colonel pens that letter to his wife:
Dear Isabel, I am not fool enough to try to reorder a life already lived.
I cried for I am now the colonel and some full day soon our
three will go off to wars. Pray as I might I cannot reorder the
past but until they ride away there is still time to listen to our
inner voices and simply become the legends we wish to be:
to go over the mountains, to lose the madness, to begin again.
The madness will surely find us, but until then it is still summer.
“Pray as I might I cannot reorder the past…but there is still time to listen to our inner voices and simply become the legends we wish to be…”. Powerful words that fit so well the season I am in. Thank you!
You’re welcome, Janet…thanks for stopping by.
This writing and film touched me on so many levels…thanks for sharing.
My pleasure, Vickie…hope you’re doing well.
Aye, the most haunting of stories. Thanks John. Good to know that the madness is real and that it is still summer. It will be “a good death”.
James, the madness is very real…
Ok, John, I think I need to watch this movie. Can you give us the name of it?
Bill, the film is Legends of the Fall…there’s a lot going on in it.
The movie gets me every time as well. Something about having three boys, I suppose. The oldest who wants to be a cowboy will be shipping off to Parris Island, to become a Marine. Reordering the past. I know the feeling. The years are short.
Heather, three boys? Mercy, you’re brave…and yes, the years are too, too short.
john, you remind me of your dad, the man who immersed me one snowy feb arkansas morn
When you come back home, i’ll fry us up some catfish
Mike, I’m looking forward to that catfish…I’ll hold you to it, alright?
one more thing, you remember ” blided by the light” by Manfred Mann,your dad will remember ” Quinn the Eskimo” by a younger clean cut Manfred Mann
John, really enjoy this post. I love that scene, the one you have in the picture. I can’t make it through without tears as well. For the days we have, let us be rich with presence of mind to soak it in. Here is to Summer and the boys @ home.