I’ve been away for a few days, not feeling very good, a bit blue and pensive. Struggling hard to process the Parkland, Florida shooting deaths. It is taking a few more days and my best coping skills to shake some of it off this time, though today was a great Tuesday night at the movies watching “The Shape of Water.” This movie was celebrated at The Golden Globes, and I would not be surprised to see Oscar nominations forthcoming.
I will not spoil any of the movie, but I will comment on what beautiful messages are contained within it. Most notable for me was the value of having a hero.
Never before in my life have I felt such absence of good leadership, trust, ready role models, and good guys. I’m reminded of the feeling of an overwhelming aloneness, a cold wave of emotions as though I’d lost the perspective of having wonderfully loving family, supportive friends, health, etc.
I feel like Americans are looking for, and are in need of a hero very badly. We’re witnessing the daily demolition of social tolerance, compassion for the sick and the elderly, veterans, and overall loss of manners. We’ve all been subjected to watch the abuse and subjugation of women, the lawlessness of privileged politicians spending mega millions on golf trips, onslaught of unending scandals for spousal abuse, scoffing at security clearances for White House staff, first class airline travel, while the rest of the US tightens an already uncomfortably tight belt, wondering how long it will be so very uncomfortable.
If you’re like me, and in need of a boost in morale, take just a minute and watch young children at play. Watch the smiles and love in their eyes as they are held and hugged by a parent. I’m doing my best to remember how that felt. I know at my age it’s a little foolish to wish for a hero, or a hug from Dad. Maybe being a hero for someone else might be a welcome distraction, even if that means doing so when you don’t feel very heroic yourself; maybe that selfless act will take away my blues for awhile. Wish me luck…. I need it today.