It's the story of a woman who spends a year
travelling through Italy, India, and Bali.
Some of the things that happened in the movie
and some of the lines said I thought I'd share
with you.
The main character is in Italy on Thanksgiving,
and is preparing a traditional US Thanksgiving
feast. However, one of the people who is a
friend of hers is supposed to take care of the
turkey. While most of the meal is close to
being prepared, the turkey hadn't even been
defrosted.
They wind up eating the rest of the meal, and
then in the morning, when the turkey is done,
they sit down to eat it.
How often do we get upset when things don't
work out the way we want them to? How often
to we get angry, stomp our feet, leave the
party? How often do we just go "with the
flow" and allow ourselves to have turkey for
breakfast?
The place that Julia stays at in Italy is
falling apart, and so are various ruins that
one day were vital to those whose world it
was. The comment made is that "all falls
apart."
How often do we act as though what we have
will last forever? How often are we devastated
when something we thought would last, doesn't?
Somehow we seem to think we are the exception
to the "rule."
If we could see life and all of its various
pieces as temporary, perhaps we could appreciate
the various moments that we have as long as we
have them...whether it is a few minutes, a day,
a year, or a lifetime. Instead we often hold
on to things for dear life, and the more we
hold on, the more likely we are to suffer,
be dragged, be hurt.
Maybe there are times we are meant to just
"let go." Even writing that, I feel a twinge.
Letting go can sometimes hurt, and often we
don't want to hurt. Why are we so quick to
want to "fix" things? Why is hurting such
a "bad" thing? Could there be a type of
beauty in the kind of pain that comes from
the soul?
At one point, Liz (played by Roberts) writes
(maybe?) "God dwells in me, as me."
Isn't that beautiful?
Maybe who we are is perfect in God's eyes
(putting aside various religion and religious
conversations that might neuter the beauty of
this statement). Even without a belief in
God, what if we could consider the idea that
within us dwells something wonderful that
can have us be wonderful, just as we are.
"The only way to heal, is to trust."
If you trust someone or something you are
in the process of discovering and uncovering
if what you have placed your trust in will
be as you expect, or hope, it to be. There
is no way to know if it will be going in,
so in some way trust itself is a process.
When we heal it would seem that it is
something that occurs over time as well.
A wound might bleed, but over time it
scabs and heals. In the end there may
even be a scar, a reminder of what was.
I don't know about you, but I remember
what gave me the scars on my body, more
than I remember every bruise or scratch
I ever had.
Might the process of healing and scarring
be one that could be conducive to the
development of who we are and are in the
process of becoming?
I suppose it's like anything: it is in
how we look at it. A scar could be a
gentle reminder of something that we may
never want to do again, or of something
that was fun or beautiful.
"Smile in your eyes, in your mind, and
in your liver."
Anyone can smile at any time, but the
kind of smile that truly resonates for
another is the kind that comes from
within, and comes from all of who you
are. A smile could be shallow, or it
could be the beginning of the greater
smile. Try smiling and you might feel
better than you did before the smile
crossed your face. Consciously let
the feeling spread throughout your
body, and you may even smile wider.
"Sometimes when you help yourself,
you help 'tutti.'"
In the story, Liz helps a woman and
her daughter "Tutti." It just so
happens that tutti also means everybody
in Italian.
It is a cool play on the words. But
it also happens that Tutti's mom is
a doctor type who can help many others
as a result of the help that Liz is able
to offer.
It happens while Liz is in Bali, helping
herself by taking the journey she is on.
Perhaps as we take those journeys that
make us who we are - even the uglier ones -
the process of becoming who we are makes
us better able to help others in being
who they are.
Maybe everything means something. And
then again, it may mean nothing at all.
I often question things, and come to
various conclusions, which occasionally
are subject to change. However there
are things I don't always know what to
make of.
There are things we will likely never
know in this world and the dimension
we live in. But that doesn't mean that
they don't exist, or affect us. At the
same time, there are those who live in
the "Show Me" state, and would say
otherwise.
I am not sure either one of us would be
correct since there is really no way to
know what we don't know. The best we
can do is to keep asking questions and
see where our paths take us.
If you get a chance to see Eat Pray Love,
check it out. See what you might get out
of it for yourself.
In the meantime, thanks for walking this
path with me. I have no idea where it
is headed, but it certainly can be fun
at times when you're involved.
Have a great day!
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