Blog 2452 – 07.12.2022
In the book, movie, and recently concluded first season (I hope there will be a season two) of The Time Traveler’s Wife, we are told that big events in our lives are like gravity, they keep drawing us back. We are all, I believe, like Claire’s husband Henry falling throughout time and especially drawn back to the important events in our past.
We are it seems forever searching through the memories of past experiences looking for clues as to Who and Whose we are. Another favorite book and movie of mine, The Shack, is the story of a disastrous time of loss in a young family’s life especially for the father who has carried a dark secret since he was a boy of a time that he has traveled back to, in his mind, countless times.
Many, perhaps most of us, try our best to avoid grave stories and to repress sad memories, but like gravity those big events draw us back over and over again, at least until we learn the great lesson that we perhaps missed at the time, often even after that. Contrary to the mythical fairy tale ending “and they lived happily ever after” love always ends with a brick wall. Is the poet right then that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Those who have truly loved know the answer is a resounding, “Yes.”
How long will love last? Never long enough and often the best most thrilling love encounters are the briefest, hence our irresistible urge to travel back in time and revisit them over and over again. Like gravity the great love or loves of our life keep us in their orbit.
When it comes to organized sports, politics, and religion I am, I guess a non-believer, but, skeptical as I am, I still believe like Crash Davis in the movie Bull Durham in some things like “…opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft wet kisses that last three days.”
Or for a lifetime for I believe in gravity.
Your friend and fellow traveler,