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Mother Superior, in winter. Her deep water connects us to ancient wisdom. #lakesuperior #winterlake #water #waterislife #ancientwisdom #winterphotography

Since catching a recent GQ interview with Ethan Hawke, I’ve become obsessed with watching his films. Yes, Dead Poets Society changed the course of my life in 1989 (causing me to change my major from visual art to English) and Reality Bites expressed a longed-for reality I wasn’t living, having married and had two kids too young and while in law school, and Boyhood basically told my divorce story, but there is so much more, like the “Before” trilogy. I even watched First Reform, though I don’t much care for that breed of suspense film, because I discovered Ethan and I are the same age and I am smitten with the deep vertical crevice dividing his forehead and how it somehow validates the three triangular crevices between my nose and eyes. Perhaps we both spent the last 48 years thinking really deep thoughts. Now, I want to read Hawke’s novels. I think I named my first son after Hawke back in 1995, without really realizing where I’d come up with the name. There were no other Ethan’s around in 1995–at least not like there are today. My son, Ethan, tells me he’s really always liked his name. But he wouldn’t like thinking he was named after a film star, so I won’t tell him. Did I mention that Hawke can sing? Check out Born to be Blue if you like jazz. €+][^~ #ethanhawke #film #48yearsold #jazz #firstreformed #deadpoetssociety #realitybites

December has the glitter of tiny electric lights strung up on trees and hopes; in January, light is still needed to guide us out of the darkness; the hope is more internal, but still there, still waiting to flicker into the blackest night. ||••||=||••|| #january #januarylight #hope #candlelight #poetry #winterpoem

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