I have chosen this bench today , just barely glimpsed, as a HIGH BENCH. Up on a headland. The shot is looking North to Coffs Harbour, NSW, and beyond. Up to the Solitary Islands. I chose it to show the loneliness inherent in many a bench. They can be companionable places, benches can but they can also be lonely places. Windswept and exposed. Because they are designed to seat more than one person, to be at a bench alone can be an intimidating challenge to one’s sense of self.
A bench like this does not encourage the casual passerby to join you. It emphasises one’s smallness in a great big Universe. Beautiful – but unnerving.
Thursday morning and I seem to be bereft of ideas. Its cloudy and the birds are here for feeding while I think about movies. Not a Movie person really. I did have a favourite movie a very long time ago. It was MRS MINIVER and it starred Greer Garson. It was important to me because she was so classy. She had a quiet English elegance and dignity which I thought would suit me rather well despite my being an Australian Suburban young person. Working class.
I aspired to the dignified walk and the deep compassionate eyes.Mrs Miniver had a rose garden and snipped roses to take inside and put in vases. I rather fancied that as well. And her quiet proud courage despite all odds.
I must have seen it at an early adolescent stage when naming my child “ Greer” looked like a good idea.
Mrs Miniver also had the full range of emotions – nicely suppressed in an Anglo way – and I aspired to that. The fear and grief and love and joy were all in very good taste and rather heart rending as a result. The passivity of Mary at the Foot of the Cross. No nervous breakdowns and throwing yourself upon the ground kicking heels and hollering as German Bombers roared overhead. I was born in 1949, daughter of a soldier. Well, not really a soldier. Daughter of a carpenter who had gone away in WW2 as a boy of 20 with the label of soldier on him and perhaps someplace in a movie like this, I was searching for a key to understanding matters which seemed far removed from my childhood suburban life but which hovered flickering at the edge of my awareness. The World of Warfare.
It seemed to me that one day I may well be called upon to face the things Mrs Miniver faced and I had bigtime doubts that I would cope at all. Certainly, I would not be doing it with the charm and beauty that she had. So, I watched it and watched it. One day I just might have needed a Mrs Miniver Move.
Here’s today’s topic idea, with three, count ’em three, options (brought to you by Plinky.com):
What’s the most important thing you’re putting off? And why haven’t you done it yet? What do you need to make it happen?
I am putting off going to visit my sister. I am not writing about it as yet.