The Debt- Deep Thoughts on Life

Hubby and I went to see the movie "The Debt" this morning.  When it was over I looked at him and said, "I don't think I understand."  What I was really hoping for was some brilliant, thoughtful explanation.  That's not what I got.  What I got was pretty much just a "mmmm......"  In a nutshell, the movie is about a small team of people who are seeking justice against a man for Nazi war crimes. The movie lays out the plot very well.  It's not one of those movies you walk away from, and just completely don't get.  Not at all.  I just think we were supposed to take more away from it.  I'm just not sure what that is.  I've been thinking about it though, so I guess that is some victory.  The simple fact that it got me thinking (and maybe others too) could be the goal.  Here's what I think the movie was speaking about.  It's about scars.  We all have scars.  Some of them are visible, and some of them are not.  They are scars nonetheless.  We deal with them in our own ways.  Some are deeper than others.  We can go through life and pretend they aren't there, we can be bitter and let them fester until we can't bear it anymore, or we can be truthful with ourselves and deal with them.  We can choose death or we can choose life.

I love the fall.  I think I love it so much because it just feels like nature is settling in.  Things get cozier.  The smells of the season lure me into a nesting of sorts. Fall is also sort of strange to me, because my birthday is soon.  Before I had the chance to know her, I lost the mother of my birth.  She died a few years ago, only a couple of years before my sister and I found her.  Just this year, I lost the mother of my heart.  My mother who loved me as her own, and nurtured me into the woman I am today.  I have scars. I have scars on my body of my own doing from some psychological trauma endured before I could ever understand.  I have scars also on my heart - New scars of the battle fought with my mother's alzheimers, and old scars of the years missing from my life which will never be recovered.  I acknowledge my scars. They have made me stronger.  They have made me more empathetic.  They remind me that I have been living in the palm of God's hand since the moment I took my first breath.  I am choosing life!

Then again...... maybe it's not about scars at all!?

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Blessings of:

- cooler weather so we can have the windows open!

- My Mother's love

- My scars.  It is through our battles that we learn to truly live.