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leslye
at 15:02, 27 Nov 2005
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What can I say..
Sally,
What can I say…I am so mesmerized with this film. It haunts me. I have watched it many times and find it takes me deeper and deeper into the complexities of each character, country, culture, scene… each poetic line, word, syllable and rhyme. Within this film I can breathe, remembering what’s truly important to me. I have read and reread each and every blog and post, trying to linger in the company of hearts, that long for truth.. and space, to be just who we are, uncomplicated, simple, loving souls.
I am old, well not so old I don’t have time, but old enough to have felt despair, some from here, some from there. Now there’s only time enough for hope. Hope that you continue making such moving films. Hope that actors such as Simon and Joan, can breathe life into meaningful roles. Hope that someone keeps speaking the truth, to make us stop, to make us think. I hope one day to hear you speak.
Thank you so much for your talent and relentless drive, your passion, complexity, sweet nature and questioning thoughts. I'm so glad you bring them to the screen for each of us to reach beyond and dream. You transcend even your own films.
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sally potter
at 04:57, 2 Dec 2005
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MORE TIME THAN WE THINK?
I am very moved by your message.
I wonder what it means to be old. Some of my closest friends are in their seventies and eighties with a freshness of spirit and an open outlook that is normally associated with youth. I also have met one or two children who seem bowed down by experience and responsibility, normally the terrain of old age. I veer myself between feeling about ten years old - that lovely phase for a girl before adolescence with its terrible pressures kicks in - and about four or five hundred years years old, having seen a lot but feeling there is still so much to do.
My grandmother, who I adored, died when she was in her early nineties. I was with her when she took her last breaths, and understood for the first time why this mysterious process is sometimes called 'passing on'. Alert to the last, cracking a joke in a weak voice just moments before she faded, as I saw it she never extinguished, but seemed to depart, perhaps on some kind of voyage. Maybe we have more time than we think.
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leslye
at 07:46, 2 Dec 2005
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Thank you..
Dearest Sally,
Thank you so much for your reply to my post. "Old" is an interesting topic. Old age, old soul, old for her years. I wrestle with understanding it, and allowing myself to feel the transitions or stages in my life everyday, as I don't want to miss a thing. I remember when my Grandmother was in her 90's and she used to say it was a cruel joke God played as she looked in the mirror each day. She'd say she didn't recognize herself. For in looking into that mirror she still saw the young girl of 18...her remembered self. If I were in denial of the processes that are revealing themselves to me...I think I'd miss a lot about being a woman. It's all about letting go and welcoming the lightness and freedom of existence. So when the final letting go happens, it's just a matter of letting go of that final breath. Some people hold on and struggle and fight, but I've also seen beautiful passings, like your Grandmother's where there's an acceptance of the joy of living and the readiness to depart...as you say on a voyage of some kind. I do believe that's true. It doesn't end...even if we don't know where or how it goes...that's the mystery. It's all based on trust. Trust in this life, trust in this journey, trust in the "love" that does seem to carry us through, with each breath we receive. There's always enough time left if you've been conscious, well, as conscious as one can be if you're aware that you're living a life, but if one is running around not fully aware of the differences between what they do and what they are... then when those final moments come, they won't have understood a thing.. and there will always be regrets.
It's one of my favorite topics...and I could ramble on forever, especially about women, and aging with dignity. Embracing each new line and each new layer of softness, like an honored guest. I have many poems to share...as poetry seems to capture things so well.
I love watching you mature and seeing your work evolve. Most of all I love your questioning soul, grappling with the larger issues that are in front of you. You're like a breath of fresh air.
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