After the big confession last night (and thank you, everyone-- I do plan to respond in my post, but I'm just verklempt with the good wishes), I retreated into the world of movies-- it was either that or the debate. Movie I wound up with, Across the Universe, was no doubt every bit as surreal and with better music to boot.

Loved it.

Loved.

It.

Since I have the two-disc edition, I started watching the behind-the-scenes features this morning. I've always loved Julie Taymor, but watching her in action as director, really, the creative force behind this film, she's now officially one of my artistic heroes. But the moment that really got me was watching the audition for the singers who would perform "Let it Be." Not just the voices, although those are fine voices, but it's in watching and feeling Carol Woods' pure emotion as she hits the climax of the song. It left me with goosebumps and tears in my eyes and yes, feeling the absolute passion. I know that passion. I recognized it, down to the marrow of my bones and in dark, secret places of my soul because it's what I tap into when I'm writing. When it's working.

It's good to know it's still there—gives me hope that I'll be able to unleash it again.



(For those who might be interested, the finished interpretation from the film)