Time Is Marching On

One of my favorite cinematic scenes is in the movie Steele Magnolias.  

Truvy Jones (played by Dolly Parton) is standing on the porch of beauty salon talking with young  Annette ( played by Daryl Hannah “Honey”  Truvy says, ” Time is marching on-and it is marching all over my face.”  

No words were truer than this time is marching on and not only is it marching all over my face but it has taken over my whole body. As I recognize this phenomenon of aging I’m reminded that I’ve earned every wrinkle. Every year their numbers increase. We’ve been together so long, that we are becoming good friends. But not such good friends, that I wouldn’t agree to have them  removed. Like un-friending a friend on Facebook.

I’ve  always wondered if wrinkles could talk what they might say? Perhaps the lines on my forehead would say?  I waited up for my children when they missed their curfew, started driving or went out on their first dates.

 However, there is another way to look at these characteristic indention. Maybe the lines on my forehead show how much time I’ve spent thinking about those I love or studying the world around me and finding it good. The lines around my mouth might come from the many times I ‘ve stood in awe and smiled at a beautiful sunset over the ocean.  Or smiled at a flower as it began to bloom as I walked through the rose garden in Balboa Park in San Diego and smiled at how wonderful creation is. I’m sure that some of the lines around my mouth and eyes are from the gift of laughter. Anyone who knows me knows I laugh a lot.

Perhaps the lines around my eyes are laugh lines memory boards that hold the experiences of my life that I have enjoyed and participated in the most.  Occasionally my girlfriends and I would get together. We use to laugh and joke with each other about ageing.

 Now many decades later we wish that the beauty secrets in ” Grandma’s Little Beauty” remedy books would do the trick. But the reality is it takes money, money, money, to remove all our lines. What is a girl to do these days with all the choices we have?

When Hearts Are Like A Deck Of Cards

 Kenny Rogers, performs a song called The Gambler  and the lyrics can be used as a metaphor for life. The song is full of words of discernment and choices, the message is universal.

Whether you have a pair or a full house, our job is to learn to live with cards we are dealt. Our world would do well to emulate Kenny Rogers’ wisdom. We collect many cards and if you check closely surely there are some winners in there somewhere. It’s not too late to reshuffle the deck or is it?  Somehow we must find a way to discard the unused cards and deal with the cards we are dealt.

In the song Kenny Rogers explains to us in order to play the game you got to know when to let go, when to hold them and when to fold ’em that doesn’t just apply to playing cards it applies to many different situations in life doesn’t it?

You got to know when to let go. You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, Know when to walk away, know when to run.  You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table. There’ll be time enough for countin’, when the dealin’s done. Every gambler knows the secret to survivin,’ is knowin’ what to throw away, knowin’ what to keep. Cause every hand’s a winner, and every hand’s a loser.

Pulling out an Ace at the proper time makes us all winners. We have to learn when to hold ’em, when to deal ’em, when to fold, and when to go for a full house.

 Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could just hit a reshuffle button called the deck of life? What if every time we ran from a dream, relationship, or an unwanted issue in life you could hit a reshuffle button? What if like magic the cards would fall the way we wanted them to? Wouldn’t it be awesome if we knew the secret to surviving? Wouldn’t it be awesome if there was reshuffle button?

We do have a reshuffle button it’s in the belief of yourself it allows you to follow your heart and your dreams. You like everyone else will make mistakes but as long as you are true to the strength within your own heart you can never go wrong. In some ways our hearts are like a deck of cards and every once in a while it needs to be reshuffled.


It’s All Coming Back To Me Now”  is a power Ballad about romantic loss and regret built on a spooky yet heart wrenching piano melody. 

 The torment is present in these opening words ” There were nights when the wind was so cold that my body froze in bed.  

 The song was written by Jim Steinman and The novel ” Wuthering Heights” published in 1845 was his inspiration. This ballad was his attempt to write the most passionate, romantic song he could create. It was recorded by Celine Dion for her album “Falling into You” and made into a video.

 It is one of my favorite video’s for many reasons and the words in this ballad can apply whether you have experienced a break up with someone you deeply cared about, whether death has taken a loved one, whether you have had a feud with a friend or a family member.

    “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now”

There were nights when the wind was so cold that my body froze in bed I just listened to it right outside the window. There were days when the sun was so cruel that all the tears turned to dust  and I knew my eyes were drying up forever.

I finished crying in the instant that you left and I can’t remember where or when or how. I banished every memory you and I had ever made. But when you touch me like this and you hold me like that I just have to admit. That it’s all coming back to me when I touch you like this and I hold you like that.  It’s so hard to believe but it’s all coming back to me now.

 There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light. There were things I’d never do again. But then they’d always seemed right. There were nights of endless pleasure. It was more than any laws allow. Baby, Baby. If I kiss you like this and if you whisper like that it was lost long ago.  But it’s all coming back to me Ii you want me like this and if you need me like that it was dead long ago but it’s all coming back to me.

It’s so hard to resist and it’s all coming back to me. I can barely recall but it’s all coming back to me now. But it’s all coming back there were those empty threats and hollow lies and when you tried to hurt me . I just hurt you even worse and so much deeper.

There were hours that just went on for days when alone at last we’d count up all the chances that were lost to us forever. But you were history with the slamming of the door and I made myself so strong again somehow. And I never wasted any of my time on you since then. But if I touch you like this and if you kiss me like that. It was so long ago but it’s all coming back to me. If you touch me like this and if I kiss you like this. It was gone with the wind but it’s coming back to me now.   

I skipped down to the last part of the lyric’s if you forgive me all this, if I forgive you all that. We forgive and forget and it’s all coming back to me. When I see you like that we see what we want to see it’s all coming back to me. The flesh and the fantasies are all coming back to me now.

The words in this ballad are not the most positive but they do express how some people feel and experience their grief for a season when they lose love. The video by Celine Dion called “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now” can be watched on U tube

Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus…

  Does Santa Claus still bring toys and gifts to good little boys and girls around the world? Sometimes children have doubts about Santa Claus and wonder if he is real.

In 1897 a little 8-year-old girl  named Virgina O’ Hanlon decided the way to find out if there really was a Santa Claus was to ask the best source she could find was The New York Sun.

This is the story about a letter that Virgin wrote to The New York Sun I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.  I am 8 years old and some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says,  If you see it in The Sun then it’s so please tell me the truth. Is there a Santa Claus?

Signed Virginia O’Hanlon

This is the response as published in The New York Sun.

Virginia, your little friends are wrong they have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist. You know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginians.

 There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to  make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your Papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa  Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus.

The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or image all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, romance, can push aside that curtain and view the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? 

 Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus!  Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of children.

Francis P. Church   


Alice and The Mad Hatter…

 Alice in Wonderland is a novel that was written in 1865  by author Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Under the pseudonym Lewis Carroll.  Hatta, the Hatter is a fictional character in Lewis Carroll’s sequel,  Through the Looking-Glass. He is often called the Mad Hatter, though this term was never used by Carroll. The phrase “Mad as a hatter”  pre-dates Carroll’s work.

The Hatter and March Hare are initially called ” both mad” by the Cheshire Cat, with both first appearing in Alice in Wonderland in the seventh chapter titled A Mad Tea-Party“.  The Hatter explains to Alice that he and March Hare are always having tea because when he tried to sing for the Queen of Hearts at her celebration, she sentenced him to death for “murdering the time,” but he escapes decapitation.

In retaliation time (is referred to “Him”) halts himself in respect to the Hatter, keeping him and the March Hare stuck at 6:00 forever. As such, he exclaims “Tea Time” at random occasions.  When Alice arrives at the tea party it’s characterized by switching plates on the table at any given time, making short personal remarks and asking unanswerable riddles and reciting nonsensical poetry.

One of  the most notable riddles is: ” Why is a raven like a writing desk” When Alice gives up, the Hatter admits he does not have an answer himself all of which eventually drive Alice away.  Have you ever been at a party and the people just seemed to be talking, in unanswerable riddles and reciting nonsensical redrick?  Sometimes a girl just has to take her tea-pot and go home.