birth, life, and death. saw the tree of life the other day...what an amazing film. it is truly a 2.5 hour visual poem, a rumination on how infinitesimal we and our lives are in the grand scheme of the universe. our existence is so short and small--we are born, we live, and then we die; we are one of many. what a poignant time for me to see this film, considering all that my family has been going through--welcoming two new lives to the planet earth. i have fought inwardly about whether or not to blog about this, deciding not to as it is such an intense and personal moment, but after seeing this film i can't help but comment on how magnificent a miracle the creation of new life is, and how grateful i am for all the things that make that miracle possible, even in the face of obstacles. now we have two beautiful, precious life-creations of energy spun into a physical mass of skin and bones and blood and muscle, all the more precious for how singular and minute they are. perhaps this was the point of the film: we are small against the canvas of the infinite, but we are nonetheless a gorgeous and haphazard spattering of matter and mind.
grateful for life and breath...
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