I had the most wonderful night last night. I lay in bed alone and watched a movie on my big TV, that’s mounted on the wall in my bedroom.
Okay, okay, I understand that for most people that’s a fairly normal Saturday night, but for me, I never watch movies or TV on my own (I rarely even watch them with friends).
After randomly deciding to title my recent art piece after it (and it was random. I finished it and suddenly thought “It’s the Bridge to Terabithia”); I watched the 2007 film.
I read the book long ago but I didn’t remember the story. I’d never seen the movie. Once I got settled into it, it made me smile and it made me cry. Gosh, I wept. That movie brought up a lot… the mix of fantasy and make believe forming as a way to cope with reality—the magic she brought to him; the love, the hope, and the loss. How bullies are often bullied. A reminder of what youth go through. It was beautiful. I held myself as I watched it, stroking my own shoulder and arm as I cuddled Fletcher (my Saba-like stuffy). I felt happy (even when I was crying). I felt loved. I felt at peace. And I felt truly grateful to be where I am in life.
I haven’t had a night that wonderful since 2020.
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