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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Telling the Truth Tuesday - Michael Jackson
Just then the phone rang. The metaphysical bookstore where I am to give a talk in December needed more copies of the flyer. It's located not too far from the theater. Okay, then. Off I went to drop off the flyers and catch the flick.
Now, I have to say I'm not a huge Michael Jackson fan. I guess I was around 20 when he was 10 and singing "I'll be There" and "ABC" and all of those Jackson Five hits. He was adorable. I lost track of his music after "Billy Jean and Thriller and Beat It" all of which still make me get up and dance. Absolutely can't sit still when those tunes come on.
As for his personal life, I see it as tragic. Being a victim of childhood abuse myself, I can see where that might be part of the problem. His being a child star and having no childhood would just add to that. Having to live life in the limelight put more fuel on this particular fire.
But whether you admire and like Michael Jackson as a performer, whether you despise him personally, whether you empathize or vilify him, he was one of the most creative, innovative entertainers we've ever had. This film epitomizes that aspect of Michael's life. You get to see him in rehearsal, with other dancers and singers, the consummate artist. Frankly, it was mesmerizing. I found myself alternating between dancing in my seat, silently singing along, and being moved to tears when there was a tribute to the Jackson Five era and he sang "I'll be There" with him as a little boy in the background.
It was a tragedy to lose such a talent when he was poised to bring a dynamic concert to the world. I was filled with sadness for what will now never be. The take away lesson for me: Live each day to its fullest, because ya just don't know what's around the corner.