we had been watching Princess Mononoke for a couple of days then, a Miyazaki-anime in which prince Ashitaka struggles to make human beings and animals live together in harmony. she had kept asking me questions about the Japanese. that April day which happened to be her birthday as well, i took out a pair of chopsticks to teach her how to use them. at one point, she became pensive and, after a while, said almost imploring: oh how i wish Ashitaka could come out of the story and be here, with us!
the intensity of her pleading caught me unawares: i am afraid this is not possible, little one. she looked me in the eye: please, talk to somebody who can take Ashitaka out of the story and bring him here, there must be this someone, somewhere. i lowered my eyes. how i wished that this could be true, that this someone really existed, for her, for all of us. instead, i said, in a sudden moment of inspiration: you know, i have an idea, i can make _you_ part of the story.
we took out toys and little chairs and made costumes and re-enacted the entire plot, right there, under the blossoming trees of the garden. we took turns in playing all roles, her face glowing with happiness. at some point, though, she stopped and looked at me, and sweet-bitter sadness glimmered in her eyes: still, it's not the same, not the same...
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Liebste Roxana,
ReplyDeletedie Bilder sind wunderschön und zum ersten Mal habe ich in Deinem Kind eine Aehnlichkeit mit Dir entdeckt... Auch der Text geht sehr nahe... Ich hatte einmal durch einen früheren Freund die Bekanntschaft mit dem japanischen Zeichentrickfilm gemacht. Sehr beeindruckend und so ganz anders wie die, die man hier sieht und die ja eigentlich auch erschreckend sind. Die Japaner geben den Kindern eine schöne Botschaft mit in ihr Leben. Sie lehren sie Schönheit des Lebens und des menschlichen Daseins auf eine kindergerechte wunderbare Weise, die mich sehr betroffen machte. Auch ich liebe diese Filme sehr ... :-)! Wie schön, dass Du Deinem Kind sie nicht vorenthälst! Und dann wieder diese grosse Sensibilität... ach, von wem es die nur geerbt hat...:-)?!
Dieser Eintrag von Dir ist wundervoll...!
Alles Liebste Dir, Prinzessin!
Renée :-)
My daughter used to sit on the stairs after a good story and say "I want a real adventure, like in books". I'd list some of the real things she had done that might be considered adventures. She would just look at me with that "you just don't understand" face.
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Such a charming story, and wonderful pictures of a magical child.
ReplyDeleteaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!what a beautiful magical day on The Floating Bridge of Dreams. the enchantress, the princess of Dreams has returned.
ReplyDeleteThese are such extravagantly sensitive and beautiful photographs that the blossoms and the blossoming heart and spirit of the princess become one with the red blood flow a color blending with the parasol.
what a beautiful spiritual gift to breathe the sacred reverential culture into your hearts on the princess's birthday afternoon. She will always remember this joyful occasion and so will you!
Happy Birthday to the Princess once more!
and once more the princess of dreams has uttered her words of wisdom-she had said"oh how I wish Ashitaka could come out of the story and he here with us!"and then her words of wisdom"still it is not the same,not the same."
Yes the princess has reminded us of the profound truth- that we must create our own stories and therein lies the deepest reward.
and some day the Princess will meet her own Ashitaka, in her own story of true love.
sending the little princess the biggest hug on the planet bathed in pink birthday light.
and also I said my blessings into the future for the Princess and her own love Ashitaka -I send blessings for their union of joy love and light.
ReplyDeleteand I bow before the princess.
HUGS
Roxane, things do astonish me sometimes. ( :
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, these are some of the most beautifully composited pieces of yours I've seen. And, no, it is not the same. ( :
ReplyDeleteBest reportage..
ReplyDeleteNaturally, you should listen to the little one: if it's not the same--it's not the same!
ReplyDelete(surprising though, with those cine-props: cherry red parasols, the purity of blossoming trees, elegant chopsticks)
i wonder what it iswe begin as, where we derive our expectations and our hopes, and with what weight we receive our disappointments. clay and chisel, chisel and clay.
ReplyDeleteit is a beautiful and painful, poignant piece (living). are any of these things ever separate?
xo
erin
what a charming story! Of course, reading your post/story isn't the same either! ;-)
ReplyDeleteBut, to bring someone *into* a story is, if not the same as bringing someone *out*, at least as magical. No? To make believe is, I imagine, a fundamental part of who we are. If we could make someone present would there still be longing, memory, desire?
it would not be here
if you were here.
what is remembered
is love.
---Kenneth Irby.
Quel joli visage d'enfant, de petite fille !!! Elle est superbe, magnifique, symbolise la tendresse... ;-)
ReplyDeleteIl passe tant de choses dans un regard, dans le regard d'un être humain...
On peut y lire toute l'histoire d'une vie si on prend le temps de communiquer, d'échanger...
L'histoire de chacun se joue dès lors notre venue dans ce monde... A la première seconde, tout est joué ou va se jouer selon l'endroit où on né !!!
Apprendre à faire, donner son expérience pour savoir utiliser les baguettes, s'approprier la longue Histoire des générations passées... :-)
Quel beau regard cette jeune fille...
On peut y lire l'amour qu'elle a reçu, une certaine fragilité et une grande attente de la vie... ;-)
Bisous roxana :-)
all the pictures are of an unearthly beauty ... i am touched by the next to last, the sweetness of this face half in shadow, half in light, as if turned toward the innocence of childhood and toward the harder reality of growth at the same time, though it remains ambiguous which is the light and which the darkness
ReplyDeletethis sadness, that this world is not the world of princess mononoke -- we never really lose that, i think, though perhaps we pretend ...
roxana, you seem to me a living fairytale :) utterly beautiful pictures, the parasol, the unearthly halo around her...
ReplyDeleteThese are such beautiful portraits. There is the disappointment that real life isn't the same as the anime, but what will remain through the years is not that disillusion, but a richness of fond memories; a red parasol, blossoms, someone to share enthusiasms, playacting, one who always understands...and the pictures she will cherish—forever...
ReplyDeleteProfoundly moving and visually perfect.
ReplyDeletei thank you all, dear friends, for taking part in her glorious adventures (even if she thinks otherwise of them for the time being :-) with such warmth of heart and deep empathy... i hope that these wonderful lines that someone posted: "what is remembered
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are indeed true...
Exquisite photos. You have created magical memories with your little one. Do any of us ever stop hoping for the arrival of that saviour prince? At least we can console ourselves with the joy of red parasols and the sweet scent of jasmine flowers.
ReplyDeleteSuch depth and beauty in that little face!
répétition insistante d'un petit groupe de notes rouges.
ReplyDeletefiecare nuanta de acolo sau gest,sau umbra,sau lumina pare ireala,separat,cu atat mai mult imaginea de ansamblu.si,daca nu as sti,m-as intreba la nesfarsit cine ar fi putut vedea,gandi si arata lucrurile in lumina aceasta,cum s-ar spune:)
ReplyDeletesimt nevoia sa mangai doar,preausurel,aceste filigrane si gesturi,intrebandu-ma ce taine ascund cele care nasc universul cu o simpla bagheta,umbrela...
those deep luminous colours of yours ...
ReplyDeleteSuch beauty, such love. This is sublime!
ReplyDeletem-am tot intors la aceasta postare in ultimele zile, recitind cuvintele tale, o poveste ce nu cred ca poate fi spusa de cineva mai frumos. intr-adevar, it is not the same, it never is, dar sunt atatea nuante intre, care ne apropie din ce in ce mai mult de lumea aceea ce se aseamana, dar niciodata perfect.
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