The View from the Moon

I'm a twenty-something citizen of the Moon, weird theatre person, and bonne vivante. I like strawberries and bananas.
This is my stream of consciousness; thoughts, visuals, sounds.
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~ Thursday, September 20 ~
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Lesson #423

So, what almost was didn’t get to be. I am sad, but I also feel like I’m floating in the open sea on a cloudy day. I guess it’s because I understand its end, even if it didn’t come from me. As disappointed as I am, I can’t play a blame game. It was also a short-lived little fetus of a connection. 

My “I am” grows stronger everyday, more than a mere “I want”. I won’t despair over someone’s mature decision to not put up with myself. We are complex human beings, not every piece fits the next, and the more we know ourselves the more we know which pieces won’t fit in the long run. I’m aware and certain it wasn’t a question of quality or “how good”, but of wisdom and discernment.

No grudges. No baggage. No losses. Just lessons, and chapters for that book.  

… I still do admit to entertaining and enjoying the idea of it. 

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~ Tuesday, April 17 ~
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“Hotarubi no Mori e”(蛍火の杜へ) is a Yuki Midorikawa’s manga. In 2011 it was adapted into an anime film by Studios Brains Base and directed by Takahiro Omori.
Alternative title: “The Light of a Firefly Forest”.


I had just finished watching Hayao Miyazaki’s ‘Castle in the Sky’ when I came across this short movie (less than 45 minutes!). I decided to indulge in it while I waited for my clothes to finish washing… The saddest little animated film I’ve seen! I cried like a baby for half the film, it’s so terribly beautiful, and simple, too! Somehow I ended up with endless napkins and a jar of nutella by the end. Afterwards, I went to my beautiful Luquillo backyard (which is so beautiful, it’s even cliché) and moped with the imaginary spirits. 
I’ll probably remain sad for the rest of the day now. 
“Hotarubi no Mori e”(蛍火の杜へ) is a Yuki Midorikawa’s manga. In 2011 it was adapted into an anime film by Studios Brains Base and directed by Takahiro Omori.

Alternative title: “The Light of a Firefly Forest”.

I had just finished watching Hayao Miyazaki’s ‘Castle in the Sky’ when I came across this short movie (less than 45 minutes!). I decided to indulge in it while I waited for my clothes to finish washing… The saddest little animated film I’ve seen! I cried like a baby for half the film, it’s so terribly beautiful, and simple, too! Somehow I ended up with endless napkins and a jar of nutella by the end. Afterwards, I went to my beautiful Luquillo backyard (which is so beautiful, it’s even cliché) and moped with the imaginary spirits. 

I’ll probably remain sad for the rest of the day now. 

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~ Thursday, October 20 ~
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I KNOW I HAVE BEEN HAPPIEST

(One last Dorothy Parker poem… I want to memorize this one.)

I know I have been happiest at your side;
But what is done, is done, and all’s to be.
And small the good, to linger dolefully
Gayly it lived, and gallantly it died.
I will not make you songs of hearts denied,
And you, being man, would have no tears of me.
And should I offer you fidelity,
You’d be, I think, a little terrified.

Yet this the need of woman, this her curse:
To range her little gifts, and give, and give,
Because the throb of giving’s sweet to bear.
To you, who never begged me vows or verse.
My gift shall be my absence, while I live;
But after that, my dear, I cannot swear.

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~ Wednesday, October 19 ~
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Light of Love

Joy stayed with me a night-

Young and free and fair

And in the morning light

He left me there.

Then Sorrow came to stay,

And lay upon my breast;

He walked with me in the day,

And knew me best.

I’ll never be a bride,

Nor yet celibate,

So I’m living now with Pride

A cold bedmate.

He must not hear nor see,

Nor could he forgive

That Sorrow still visits me

Each day I live.

(Though it’s one of my favorites of her, this is why I can’t read Dorothy Parker poetry when I’m sad, or even have the faintest inclination to be sad. It just makes me sadder.)

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