I’m in a small place lately.
When I say “small”, I mean simple. Vulnerable. A young space, like a child whose world is just as big as she is, because that’s as far as she can see. I want to be wrapped up in a quilt and be petted and read to.
Last night I spent some time tucked in bed nurturing myself through this, with videos from an old childhood favorite, “The Slipper and The Rose.” It was interesting to watch the songs I remember, with both new eyes, as well as my small girl’s eyes. I remembered most of the words to the songs, so I had a quiet little sing along, and ate chocolate, in a quiet house at midnight.
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That is one of my favorites. I find myself whistling the theme that the fairy godmother plays on the glass trumpet at the end all the time. This movies pops to mind more often than I normally admit. Like when I have a load of potatoes to peel! Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
The songs make me feel warm and a little weepy sometimes, for lots of reasons. I’m glad I’m not the only one who remembers this movie!
I love all the comfort and the comforting of self. Here is comfort food and comfort movie and curling up to soothe myself. It’s good stuff. I have never seen this and I have to watch it now.