Last night I watched The Secret Life of Pi with Zeke, and at the end I asked him which story he preferred. He agreed with the writer and said, “the one with the tiger.” I haven’t watched that movie in a long time and it was interesting the different things I noticed this time around.
My favorite scenes are the ones where Pi and the tiger and floating through the clouds and endless stars, with nothing else in sight. Those moments reminded me of times in my life when I have felt the power, connection, love, and beauty of pure joy. Not happiness, but knowing that everything is perfect exactly the way it is.
After the movie I fell asleep quickly and woke up sometime in the middle of the night, and as I sat up I saw what looked like stars and galaxies shimmering within arms reach. They were teaching me something and when I woke up again in the morning I couldn’t be sure if I dreamed the entire thing or I had really woken up.
I guess it doesn’t really matter, it’s just important that I’m able to remember the feeling of awe I had during last night’s lesson.