I’ve been waiting for Stoker to hit the big screen in South Africa. Hopefully it won’t be too long now because I’ve been counting the years, months, days and now, I’m beginning to count everything and everyone else around me, just biding my time patiently. It’s said that patience is a virtue but this is one virtue I certainly need to acquire that’s for sure.
Perhaps the excitement of Stoker is far too much for me to handle and this is making me rather unsettled. Who knows? All I know is that I don’t know how much longer I can keep from running out of patience.
I’ve mentioned once before that Went is my muse and so it’s no surprise at all that he always inspires me to read poetry. I found this wonderful poem about Patience, composed by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. It could be that he’s quietly telling me to take a few tips from her. You know, to relax, stay in the moment and just breathe.
Patience Taught By Nature
“O dreary life,” we cry, “O dreary life!”
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
With Heaven’s true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle! Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land: savannah-swards
Unweary sweep: hills watch unworn; and rife
Meek leaves drop yeary from the forest-trees,
To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory: O thou God of old!
Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these;—
But so much patience as a blade of grass
Grows by, contented through the heat and cold.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning~
Before I say goodbye here’s a quickie (excuse the pun) from Matthew Goode talking about Went’s script Stoker and I can honestly say that I totally agree with him! [She winks]
Cheerio!
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