I’m not sure if this qualifies, but... on more than one occasion I may have teared up during the scene in Cast Away when Wilson (the ball) drifts away from Tom Hanks — it always gets me. It’s way sadder than when he gets home and his wife has remarried 😂
A very enjoyable piece, Troy. The ceiling in cathedral looks amazing! The sapphire lighting is beautiful. And this line had me giggling:
“... and my then boyfriend (now husband) turned to talk to our friends and I felt unobserved for just a moment, I almost started to cry.”
I guess we are all prone to those moments of verklemptness… I can usually keep my sh*t together but music often sets me off. It’s such a pure expression of emotions that I connect with in sometimes surprising ways.
Not the same, really, but a little while ago David and I were at home, just on the couch, laughing at something silly. And I was genuinely laughing, and then I welled up a little, and was still laughing, and then over the course of about ten seconds I suddenly noticed that I was actually crying, and it caught me totally off guard. David kept asking what was wrong and I was just saying “I don’t know” through sobs. It was so strange. Like my body had just decided that that was what it was doing...
Such a beautiful post. I had a DMT flashback looking at that ceiling ❤️
First of all, that second picture of the cathedral ceiling. Whoa. The way that feels looking at the picture must have been how the faithful felt looking at the first cathedrals. That is intense, even psychedelic. If I was God, and I wanted to make a grand entrance, that might be my doorway, possibly emerging to the click clack of flamenco.
Secondly, thank you for your support for my work, and whatever level of thank you you thought that was just now, double it.
Thank you for taking me back to Gaudi's creation; I went there in the early 90's and I was so inspired by its quirks. I liked it unfinished, though. So many links to thank you for, Troy, the powerful flamenco and Adam's post. Tears do seem to come more easily the more years I accumulate, as mentioned by others.
Just a few beautiful things - that's just the perfect way of sharing, Troy, thank you! A wonderful post. And you might enjoy this musical wonder which I have only just come across: https://youtu.be/l-rWCgj5BZg?feature=shared
Fabulous - I had to look up the Gaudi to see progress, I mean what an endeavour, time immemorial and now I want to go and cry there too. Also couldn't agree more about Adam's work, the essay you ref and his latest post directing our gaze to the brutality of solitary confinement. He's spurred me to action.
I saw the Australian film Rabbit Proof Fence decades ago with my big brother. As with many films, I lose myself, my words, and just fall into feeling them. But transitioning out is a challenge., especially in public. We were at the Aspen film festival (not sure how we got there) and lots of well-dressed, polished folk made niceties in the foyer outside the theater. When we emerged, still feeling the story in my cells, I suddenly was gut punched by emotion. A wail just flew out of me, I couldn’t contain it and so buried my face in my brother’s chest. I’ll never forget how shocked I was to hear my voice, so unexpected, so necessary.
Love your favorite lists so much Troy. I think we’re both of a certain age where unbidden waterworks erupt with little provocation. I can make myself cry almost as easy as I can tweak my back sneezing.
That photo looking up?? Nrgghh. That is impossibly beautiful.
I saw it from the outside sometime, perhaps a hundred thousand years ago. Would like to return in 2026 then, it seems. Or maybe a year or two later to let the crowds subside (as if that'll happen!)
Funnily enough, my wife showed me an aerial photograph of La Sagrada Familia the other day. I had no idea Barcelona was so regimented in its blocks. There's lots of links, so I'll leave anyone interested to Google "la sagrada familia aerial view".
It's not quite the same in terms of reasons, I don't think, but when we were in Bali last week we went and did several 7am yoga classes (me having never done yoga before). The studio was in the most beautiful of locations, overlooking the lush jungle and ridges of Ubud. Our yogi for the second class was so incredibly spiritual, so in awe of life and a sense of *now*, that she just emanated that throughout the room and when we sat and began I almost wept at how at peace I was, how incredibly still and perfect that moment was. If there's ever a moment I would like to find myself in again and again, then it's that singular moment.
I felt veklempt during the Barbie movie when the daughter shrugged off America Ferrari’s hand. Hit a little close to home. But tearing up at Barbie felt odd.
I’m not sure if this qualifies, but... on more than one occasion I may have teared up during the scene in Cast Away when Wilson (the ball) drifts away from Tom Hanks — it always gets me. It’s way sadder than when he gets home and his wife has remarried 😂
A very enjoyable piece, Troy. The ceiling in cathedral looks amazing! The sapphire lighting is beautiful. And this line had me giggling:
“... and my then boyfriend (now husband) turned to talk to our friends and I felt unobserved for just a moment, I almost started to cry.”
I guess we are all prone to those moments of verklemptness… I can usually keep my sh*t together but music often sets me off. It’s such a pure expression of emotions that I connect with in sometimes surprising ways.
Not the same, really, but a little while ago David and I were at home, just on the couch, laughing at something silly. And I was genuinely laughing, and then I welled up a little, and was still laughing, and then over the course of about ten seconds I suddenly noticed that I was actually crying, and it caught me totally off guard. David kept asking what was wrong and I was just saying “I don’t know” through sobs. It was so strange. Like my body had just decided that that was what it was doing...
Such a beautiful post. I had a DMT flashback looking at that ceiling ❤️
First of all, that second picture of the cathedral ceiling. Whoa. The way that feels looking at the picture must have been how the faithful felt looking at the first cathedrals. That is intense, even psychedelic. If I was God, and I wanted to make a grand entrance, that might be my doorway, possibly emerging to the click clack of flamenco.
Secondly, thank you for your support for my work, and whatever level of thank you you thought that was just now, double it.
Thank you for taking me back to Gaudi's creation; I went there in the early 90's and I was so inspired by its quirks. I liked it unfinished, though. So many links to thank you for, Troy, the powerful flamenco and Adam's post. Tears do seem to come more easily the more years I accumulate, as mentioned by others.
Just a few beautiful things - that's just the perfect way of sharing, Troy, thank you! A wonderful post. And you might enjoy this musical wonder which I have only just come across: https://youtu.be/l-rWCgj5BZg?feature=shared
Fabulous - I had to look up the Gaudi to see progress, I mean what an endeavour, time immemorial and now I want to go and cry there too. Also couldn't agree more about Adam's work, the essay you ref and his latest post directing our gaze to the brutality of solitary confinement. He's spurred me to action.
I saw the Australian film Rabbit Proof Fence decades ago with my big brother. As with many films, I lose myself, my words, and just fall into feeling them. But transitioning out is a challenge., especially in public. We were at the Aspen film festival (not sure how we got there) and lots of well-dressed, polished folk made niceties in the foyer outside the theater. When we emerged, still feeling the story in my cells, I suddenly was gut punched by emotion. A wail just flew out of me, I couldn’t contain it and so buried my face in my brother’s chest. I’ll never forget how shocked I was to hear my voice, so unexpected, so necessary.
Love your favorite lists so much Troy. I think we’re both of a certain age where unbidden waterworks erupt with little provocation. I can make myself cry almost as easy as I can tweak my back sneezing.
let's all meet up in 2026 and have a moment together under Earth's firmament. What a sight.
Gaudi means "Fun" in Bavarian, btw.
Thanks for the links, too. Looks like I'll have to check out that Nathan guy! :)
That photo looking up?? Nrgghh. That is impossibly beautiful.
I saw it from the outside sometime, perhaps a hundred thousand years ago. Would like to return in 2026 then, it seems. Or maybe a year or two later to let the crowds subside (as if that'll happen!)
Funnily enough, my wife showed me an aerial photograph of La Sagrada Familia the other day. I had no idea Barcelona was so regimented in its blocks. There's lots of links, so I'll leave anyone interested to Google "la sagrada familia aerial view".
It's not quite the same in terms of reasons, I don't think, but when we were in Bali last week we went and did several 7am yoga classes (me having never done yoga before). The studio was in the most beautiful of locations, overlooking the lush jungle and ridges of Ubud. Our yogi for the second class was so incredibly spiritual, so in awe of life and a sense of *now*, that she just emanated that throughout the room and when we sat and began I almost wept at how at peace I was, how incredibly still and perfect that moment was. If there's ever a moment I would like to find myself in again and again, then it's that singular moment.
I remember walking through La Sagrada Familia with you! Wow still not finished. Its incredible. Thanks for the beautiful picture and memory.
I get these often and without warning. The only one that I can recall right now is getting hit in the head by David Bowie singing "Wild is the Wind".
That's how I feel every time I see the opener to the Golden Girls. Something about that 90s home, dress, style and ladies that feels familiar to me...
I felt veklempt during the Barbie movie when the daughter shrugged off America Ferrari’s hand. Hit a little close to home. But tearing up at Barbie felt odd.