We made it to Graceland.
That’s a quiet sentence. I’m just so tired. It hasn’t been a bad day, just a long one.
It is a long road to Graceland.
Of course, this isn’t really about Elvis, for me. I’m in Memphis, Tennessee and yes I love music, including Elvis’s music, but that’s not really where the journey has taken me today.
A couple of weeks ago I saw the movie that was recently in theatres called “The Grey” It occupied my mind for at least another couple of hours today. I thought it was a good movie in it’s own right, but the metaphor that is either part of the movie-or what I have made the movie into-is still running. So today, as we were driving through the woods the story in “The Grey” came back to me.
Digression: I was actually thinking of the movie when we were at the Precious Moments Chapel yesterday, but I didn’t mention it then because it didn’t seem to be the type of place I should be thinking about rogue, man-eating wolves. But maybe it was. To be honest, the Precious Moments place kind of creeped me out for several reasons which seem too long-winded to get into on this tired night.
But I was thinking about “The Grey” today. I was moving things around in the story. Playing things back, questioning the plot, just dissecting it in general. My take on the movie is that it’s basically a story about the dark and the light, God and humans, life and death, survival and relationships, human nature (whatever that is) and the supernatural…I don’t know, and probably some that I’m missing here.
The movie really got me thinking about who I am and where I am and have been in life.
It brought me to conclusions that now I’m too tired to articulate…or remember. So probably me and “The Grey” will visit once again.
It’s a tired night. A night I don’t feel like writing. A night I just wish that the story would end or stop replaying. But my mind won’t stop. And I’m working hard to not wake up in the wolves den.