E.T.

Yesterday of all things was something like the 30th anniversary of E.T. - the movie. It was pleasant enough and for the time, the technique as pretty extraordinary. It was aired on a remote cable channel, you know, one of those three digit ones that show only locally cable system commercials and with an audience of about 2.  So we gathered around and upped the ratings from .00002 to .0004 for an hour.

The plot isn't anything that now hasn't been copied and reformatted a zillion times but buried in the ET cliches was a central line  of "he feels what ET feels".  That wireless bond between the child and the alien.

When walking this morning, this gorgeous late spring morning, it was impossible not to feel what is going around you, that swirl of life and images, squirrels and breeze, sunlight pushing leaves, grass giving up the dew.

Not to get any more maudlin than now and any farther afield in the field of dreams, good mornings should transfer...we should feel like it (nature?) feels and feel what it feels. The difference between living on earth and perhaps with earth.  We don't need a glowing red finger and a voice saying "I'll be right here" as it touches a forehead. 

I'll try and remember that.  Life is more about seeing the berries than eating them.