I love my morning time and this pink glowy room. Been shuffling through my deck of Buddish cards with hot coffee and meditating on one a day. Been listening to Sufjan Stevens radio because mid-February is what it is.
Speaking of, I put together our February playlist. I always add songs as the month goes on so follow it if you want.
(sniffling but yelling)
Thank you to my friend Matt for sharing this link to the Little Women screenplay, a gift to all! I was going to play it cool and only quote a couple parts, BUT
EXT. GARDINER’S NEW YEAR’S PARTY. PORCH. NIGHT. 1861.
Laurie bows, Jo awkwardly curtsies and then they go dancing wildly up and down a wrap-around porch. It’s actually very romantic in its exuberance.
MR. DASHWOOD (the oldest, smokiest gentleman) looks at her.
AMY
(pointedly) I’m Amy.
Mr. Laurence, sitting on the stairs, is deeply moved by Beth’s music. Tears stream down his face.
Laurie catches her face with his hands, and kisses her. She looks at him and kisses him back. They embrace with both their joy and their grief.
EXT./INT. CONCORD. MARCH HOUSE. CONTINUOUS. 1861.
Marmee approaches her modest home, and sees her girls laughing and rehearsing, joyfully playing make-believe. She fights tears and sadness, about what, we don’t entirely know. We just know that what she does as a mother isn’t free. Of course it’s not, nothing is ever free, even a joy a mother can make.
AMY
(sniffling but yelling) I’m Amy.
It is romance, but the real kind.
Jo stashes her writing and clomps down the stairs and heads straight for the table, not even looking around her. She sits down and grabs a piece of bread and takes a big bite.
Laurie watches her and then says conspiratorially:
LAURIE
What women are allowed into the club of geniuses anyway?
I love you, it’s Thursday, Kaitlin says Thursday is the best day of the week,
Lindsey