Mackinac Island is the gateway to
Michigan's fabulous Upper Peninsula, and also the filming location for a
lesser-known chick flick called "Somewhere in Time". The night before I boarded
the ferry, I watched the movie, mainly because the cinematographer would have
scouted out the island and collected the most photogenic spots for the movie.
OK, I was looking to steal ideas.
As feared, sex and violence had not
even an honorable mention in the movie. Not one car chase!
The Rachmaninoff Rhapsody and the
Somewhere in Time theme by Roger Williams did soften my facade, as did my heart
throb Jane Seymour, but it was Christopher Reeve who took my breath
Watching him become Seymour's hero,
my mind's eye saw Superman's cape and red panty hose, and his demise and death
were chilling reminders of how we all may unexpectedly be acting out today who
we will be tomorrow.
All that inspired me to get off my
macho horse and listen to the message, the proposition that love can wield
tremendous power over our lives. I surprised myself at how sensuous a first
kiss can be. Not getting to first base, but a fiery acceptance that love will
be given control.
This challenged my long-held notion
that we guide love, or at least guide lust into love. No more do I feel that we
interview soulmates, pick the one with the most boxes checked, and then sail
away with our hand on the tiller.
Seymour asks, "Is it you?", not
for Reeves to answer, but for the Great Spirit who knows and guides such
I spent the day on Mackinac Island
a proper tourist, but always mindful that it was where the liability of
everyone's heart was revealed, where we who pretend to be in charge were once
again shown the power of Khalil Gibran's words, "Seek not to guide the course
of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, shall guide your course."
On the ferry ride back, I wondered
how many such chick flicks I discarded without understanding their
significance, how much they could have helped me be a better man. No, I'm not
looking to touch my feminine side, gag me with a spoon, but I regret having
feared to enter such rooms and now, even allowing myself to get wet in the
eyes. I lament those years lost where I could have been holding hands with my
sweetheart, sharing popcorn while we had the courage to open our hearts to
lessons of romance and humanity. Fortunately, Chris Reeves pointed out to me
that while I am still on stage, I can adjust my course, drink as deeply as I
wish of wonders within, and go to lots more chick flicks.
Portent of life to follow
Grand Hotel, Mackinac Island
View from the top
Indolent rich MIA
Two for two
Harping with heart
Napping while life is good
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