Great grief prays with great earnestness. Prayer is not a collection of balanced phrases; it is the pouring out of the soul. What is love if it be not fiery? What are prayers if the heart be not ablaze? They are the battles of the soul. In them men wrestle with principalities and powers…The prayer that prevails is not the work of lips and fingertips. It is the cry of a broken heart and the travail of a stricken soul. …Samuel Chadwick
People cannot become perfect by dint of hearing or reading about perfection. The chief thing is not to listen to yourself, but silently to listen to God. Talk little and do much, without caring to be seen. God will teach you more than all the most experienced persons or the most spiritual books can do. You already know a great deal more than you practise. You do not need the acquirement of fresh knowledge half so much as to put in practice that which you already possess. …Francois Fenelon
Fine actors in television and movies are few and far between. Mark Rylance is, in my opinion one exception.
In the series “Wolf Hall” available on Amazon Prime, Rylance shines and draws one into his portrayal as Thomas Cromwell, both hero and villain. As a villainous hero prone to pride and riddled with fear, he fits the bill.
Rylance maintains electric tension of a man in constant turmoil. Torn between an insecure standing in his position and self-grandiosity, he teeters on the edge of hopeful friendship with those born into the true status of social acceptance and freedom and daily insecurity of his ultimate downfall.
Paired in juxtaposition to doomed “Queen” Anne Boleyn, he refuses to see that he marches toward the same fate.
Boleyn and Cromwell are two peas in a pod, scratching and clawing for self-aggrandizement through manipulation of the king. Thinking themselves smarter, better equipped and full of charisma, they underestimate a strong “god-anointed” Tudor of royal blood and his ruthless advisers. Boleyn receives her recompense in the series, Cromwell’s comes later.
Claire Foy numbers among fine character actors in this film of which I look forward to Part Two. Accolades to Masterpiece Theatre, Rylance and Foy!
photography rights : Masterpiece Theatre and IMBD…..
To hold fast to Wonder: the exuberant, innocent and unincombered imagination of childhood is one of my hopes for beginning this year. Without it, being a writer is not a possibility.
In this season of life I also hold fast to my Favorite Things. On Christmas our two year old grandson gave us a wonderful gift. Climbing onto the piano stool he played for us and sang what we realized as the old show tune, “My Favorite Things”.
This morning I muse on friendship and its Blessings. To have a true friend who has been in my life for forty plus years, years of loving and ups and downs including marriage, divorce, births, death, rearing children, heartbreaking disagreements, years of physical separation from one another, reconciliation and movement from extreme youth to the world of older age is true friendship. It is truly a Wonder! I count it in my collection of Favorite Things as possibly the number one.
The gift is worth more. It keeps me going, gives me joy, hope and increases my faith in God and humanity. I wonder how I can hope for much more. I wish it for you!
A young man, tall and strong-jawed born of a line of military genius, sarcastic and exuberantly witty, played in the Age of Aquarius. He haltingly tested his professors with his grasping mind and profane insubordination. As was meet and right in the eyes of all he questioned and disrespected he found himself in the uniform of a soldier.
He no longer played at board games with tiny men as his intellect now turned to the horrors of an unjust war. Profanity became his definition of life, death and insubordination a daily examination in existence. Humility swallowed up all traces of surface haughtiness with the degrading, unceasing cries and pain of children, mothers and comrades.
The strong-jawed man returned home diseased, wounded, angry, confused and carrying his own scars. In his consuming genius he grew to love, respect and master his enemy’s languages, customs, religions and gods. Buji-nin is a tag name he has gave himself, (-DT Suzuki would sometimes sign himself meaning “no special person”).
He is, after all a child of Aquarius-questioning, rebellious, prone to wander as were we all. No generation is like another. He is one shining star, proven hero and prophet of ours.
Still as fiercely humble, haughty and questioning, the strong-jawed, witty Buji-nin enriches my soul with his tales of a life lived fully, on the edge, out of the box sharing constant challenges of genius and profane sensibility. I wish you could know him.
A wounded warrior of the ages I am proud and honored to call friend-Buji-nin.