on healing inside

Saturday mornings are for deep cleaning the kitchen and for getting the kids’ bedrooms somewhat back in order.  When I went downstairs to say goodnight to them last night, I was pleasantly surprised to see they’d taken some time to tidy up that afternoon.

Earlier this week, I went down to wake them up, something I don’t do every morning. While I was in the boys’ room, I heard the birds singing in their familiar morning fashion.  It was the first time I’d heard them since their song ceased last fall.  It reminded me of last year, in February, when I heard the return of the morning bird song.

Right now, as I type, I’m listening to a version “If I Never Knew You” by John Smith and Pocahontas.  I’ve never heard this before, and it seems to be that this segment was cut from the original Pocahontas movie. Reading through the comments, I laughed out loud at this one: “John Smith.  Making every human man look plain and mediocre since 1995.”

While we were in Dallas, I put on Pocahontas for the kids to watch in the late afternoon, the time leading up to supper preparations.  They’d been hearing me talk about Lewis and Clark, and we’d watched small parts of a documentary on The West, so I thought they’d be interested to watch the white men and the Indians.  I watched it with them.

I didn’t like the movie Pocahontas when I was younger.  The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Lion King were the Disney movies I grew up with.  By the time Pocahontas came along, the movies seemed to have lost their glow.  I found it hard to relate to an Indian princess.  No more Disney movies could ever top the ones I knew.

The love story between John Smith and Pocahontas was different from the others.  At the end of Pocahontas (***spoiler alert***) John Smith and Pocahontas do not end up together.  The injured John Smith returns to England, and hopefully survives the long trip across the Atlantic required to get home for medical treatment.  We never know.

John Smith leaves and Pocahontas remains with the Indian people.  From the top of a cliff, she waves toward the ocean one last time, and as far as the audience is concerned, the two never see each other again.  (The comments I read also mentioned a Pocahontas sequel, which I have no interest in watching).  The rest, as they say, is history (or not,ha).

The kids are waking up now, helping themselves to breakfast.  The morning songs have been replaced by the sounds of piano notes and human voices.  The twenty-four years ago of 1995 is a very long time to have every human man looking plain and mediocre, but I guess what I’m trying to say here, girls, is that it doesn’t have to be this way.

Dry your eyes and look again.

 

 

 

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