Last Saturday night, my hubbie declared it Movie Date Night. Don’t get me wrong– I love date night– but he isn’t the best movie picker. We like to go to a locally owned and managed theater. A glass of chardonnay and some popcorn is my idea of an adult snack bar. So, at 9:00 a.m., we got on his Ipad and picked St. Vincent starring Bill Murray. I didn’t really understand the synopsis of the movie but I knew wine would make it all better, whichever way it fell.
Bill Murray was a beautiful pick for the part of Vincent. He was cranky and flawed. And he still managed to appear bad ass, with a white cat sitting in his lap. The relationship between him and the young boy next door (Oliver) showed how our paths can cross, with all the baggage and jewels from our trials and tribulations, regardless of age or experience. The director did a great job keeping social commentaries tempered with light humor moments. When Oliver presents his oral project at a Catholic school assembly, he hits the bull’s eye of the movie’s theme. He exposes the halo over Vincent’s heart shielded by the callous exterior.
Why am I writing about this? Well, it is Christmas time! I’m a believer in allowing the experiences from my life’s journey to co-exist. Whether nature or nurture, I believe all roads lead here. Justice and injustice with layers of life underneath create a hard dissection of one factor. In my soul’s experience, there are very few black and white lines. St. Vincent does a beautiful job of showing just that.
After the movie, I was in the restroom checking my make-up from the tears that had escaped. Other women were discussing their own tears and movie impressions. I asked one of them if she was talking about Bill Murray’s movie. She said yes and added, “it was a little dark.”
“I don’t know,” I said, reaching for the restroom door handle. “I think it was a creative way of showing that life is messy.” I left my comment floating in the restroom and walked out to meet my husband.
I am just a human being who passes through your life with my scars, strengths and vulnerabilities. In spite of surviving childhood wounds, unlikely friendships, social barriers and blessings, I won’t be nominated for St. Kat of Chardonnay. But hopefully I’ll leave more refreshment and encouragement than destruction in my wake. And I strive to reach within to find forgiveness to those who may have left behind negativity. After all, it’s made me dig deeper.
Do you have someone whose halo is worn within their heart?