...is one thing. It's another to channel our lotoise magic in our lives when we can't be there. The last couple days I've been catching Dad in conversation between in an out snoozes. Sometimes I just watch him. Others, I read. Waiting for him to come back from recovery yesterday, I made two potholders!
At one point he began to talk to me about Brigadoon. He filled me in on some of the history of the movie and the casting and we even sang a tune or two together. He told me he'd read my "Pen to Paper from France" from cover to cover, and I reminded him how we've talked about the "magic" and the "Brigandoonishness" of just our spot along the Lot.
Oh, it doesn't disappear and return every hundred years, but life is so different there for me from stateside; that it's sometimes difficult to believe that it really still exists and is waiting for me to return. Even though I'd be in the middle of our magic over there, getting back here to be able to do what I'm doing with Dad and the rest of my family in just this moment would have been arduous. It wouldn't have been impossible, but arduous...even more arduous than driving 11 hours from New Orleans to St. Louis after teaching a class.
So, I'm grateful to be stateside. For now, it's where I'm meant to be. But, a conversation with my Dad, my book, or a scroll through my photos carries us to our special place along the Lot and all the magic that it holds. It works and will keep on working.
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