The love you take is equal to the love you make…(McCartney/Lennon)
My weekend and beginning of the week had me beating myself up. I realize the absurdity since I have the perfect job, perfect son, caring family and my health. Yet my upcoming trip to Rochester means re-entering the space where I was ghosted last fall, so therefore, moody clouds. BUT it just goes to show you that with resilience and congeniality (including a random act of kindness today), one can accrue positive karmic returns.
Case in point, the last forty-eight hours when my loving co-worker stepped up and was an advocate for us both. Second, going to see the debut of Sarasota native Max CiVon’s written and directed Time Pulse at Sarasota Film Society with caring Renee there greeting me like family and telling me fun concert stories and making my popcorn bag overfloweth. In addition, sweet complimentary Trisha honoring me with a comment to the director about my being a film critic, and then the cherry on top of another co-worker texting me to say he ran into someone from an old playwriting group I used to belong to saying I should really submit a play, well, what can I say? I am super blessed.
Time Pulse is a sci-fi romance and in case you ever get to see it, you’ll be chagrined for a large part of the film questioning, ‘what romance?’, but CiVon will show you. The film is as brainy as it is funny in CiVon’s gritty realistic dialogue. Always one to sit up front (I am too easily distracted by people in front of me), I wanted to move back and sit with a woman a few rows back who giggled at the same points I did. Time Pulse has something for everyone; nudity, serious SCIENCE!, and a tickle of the funny bone.
CiVon’s q & a after consisted of him praising all the singers in the audience who voiced the soundtrack which shows you what a mensch he is. Proof of my beginning spiel that nice reaps nicer. Let’s hope more in the world start feeling and giving the love.
