The Trip To Bountiful...

"Carrie Watts longs to return to her childhood home of Bountiful, Texas, where she hasn't been in thirty years. Despite her failing health, she grows more determined to escape from the tiny Houston apartment she shares with her soft-spoken son and watchful daughter-in-law. Finally she gets her chance to head homeward, and it is the journey of a lifetime."

On November 15th, at The Peter Norton Space, I'll be seeing it performed live. The movie brought me to tears on more than one occasion. This sweet, southern, Christian elderly woman loved singing hymns, and wanted to see her childhood home once more, before dying. I remember the emotion I felt when she was driven up to her home. The light in her eyes, she was alive, for the first time in years. She was out of the cage her daughter-in-law forced her to live in, and was free. Free to remember, to be a little girl again, if only for the few moments she was given.

When I hear the hymn "Softly and Tenderly", I always begin to cry. If this play is half as moving as the movie, I'll probably need therapy once it's over. Susan doesn't handle it very well either. There's something about "Southern Hymns", that just makes you cry. Maybe it's the guilt we're brought up with, or just the love and pain that you've felt when hearing the hymns that make them so painful. Either way, a tear will always escape my eyes when hearing them.

I really should be in bed instead of sitting here typing. I've had a hard time concentrating on much of anything today. I was up way too late last night, and once again, here I sit. Thank goodness I'm off tomorrow. Hopefully I can catch up on some laundry and pay the bills- UGH. I've been putting that one off as long as I can. Citibank and Chase would really appreciate if I'd pay them.

It's nearly 2:00am, I really need to be sleeping. Time to go "count the sheep". Hopefully I'll fall asleep before I have to uncover myself in order to count more!