Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I'm watching City of Angels, again. I don't understand why but I am drawn to this movie. I like the Meg Ryan character and wish I had the magic she sees in Seth Plate, Nicolas Cage's character. It's such an interesting love story a doctor and an angel. An angel who is so inept at the ways of love, but is completely comfortable with children. The man with the child in his eyes. Or, maybe it's just the music. I remember watching it for the first time with Cindy. It was one of those movies that we both seemed to get totally involved in. We stop talking and absorb the images, dialog, and story. An Affair to Remember, and Sleepless in Seattle were other examples of that type of movie. We would be sitting on the couch channel surfing and would somehow become instantly involved in those movies. And at the end we would pass the tissues. Tonight I'm watching as Nathan Messenger an angel who has fallen to earth to become human is describing the process to Seth. During a commercial break I check my aggregator and notice that Halley points to Maryam talking about falling. Seth falls ... and wakes in pain, and with an overwhelming flood of emotions and feelings. Maybe it's just the music. As Cindy and I watched City of Angels that first time I distinctly remember the point near the end when I realized what was going to happen, how the movie was going to end. How Seth was going to lose Maggie. I cursed the maker of the movie, as Maggie is riding euphoric, through the woods on her bicycle, I cursed. How could they let her fall. How could they let her die. How could they let me fall. How could they let her die! Seth gets up, again. Even though he has lost the only thing he has loved, he will go on and live. We fall. We get back up, and as with Maryam we sometimes have a helping hand. Someone who reaches out and gives us the help that we need to get back up and live again. Seth has such a short time with Maggie. She tells him they have their whole lives together. "I would rather have had, one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than an eternity without it. One." But somehow he is able to get up again and revel in the beauty of the world. "When they ask what I liked the best, I'll tell them it was you." 9:50:35 PM

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