Wednesday, September 04, 2013
i never read the book and up until Sunday i had not seen the movie. i went through an entire box of kleenex - i really was shocked at how deep down i felt the sorrow for so many of the characters - but none more than ROSIE the polish speaking elephant so badly abused by the off his rocker owner of the run down circus.
it stuck with me that sorrow - all day and into the next.
then after a particularly horrible day with my care giving responsibilities - i realized - Rosie is my metaphor. i am Rosie. the dreaded hook, beaten til your down feeling. i am completely into the mind body and emotion of that poor animal.
and the people thrown off the train like big bags of garbage - that is what i feel happens to everything i try to do - because no matter what i do -or don't do - it will be wrong -
the anguish in the elephants wailing - pain in her eyes - trying her best and still being hooked to bleeding -
but i wish i had the heart of that magnificent beast - the courage, fortitude and will -
guess i have to work on that!