I went to see a fine movie last night. Cinderella was beautiful, which is nice, but far more importantly, she was courageous and kind. She was asked to be that way by her dying mother, and she did as she was asked.
When Ella came to the young king’s ball in a stunning blue dress, and started down the grand staircase with all eyes on her, I thought of Jodiette. Especially one time at a bed-and-breakfast in Nova Scotia. I was sitting at the breakfast table with other guests when my darling walked slowly down the stairs. “It’s my lovely wife,” I said. I was in love, and still am. I cried when Ella came walking down, with her friend the king smiling up at her.
Later the two of them danced, swirling around in a flurry of blue, loving each other’s touch, eyes shining. Oh, how Jody and I loved to dance! The joy in her eyes. The moving and the grooving. I miss my girl.
Ella was so kind, to the mice who were her friends, and even to the people who oppressed her. Near the end of the film, as she and the king were leaving her home, hand-in-hand, Ella looked up at her stepmother, slumped halfway up the stairs. With great presence, Ella simply said, “I forgive you.” And I knew she had.
May we all have the love that Ella and the king share, that Jody and I share, and may we all be kind. The world needs us.