Sometimes when we are lucky that inspiration hits. Just messing around with a song and lyrics, don't know what it really means but here it is
Watching Peter Pan with the kids I was able to learn something. I never saw it before. Captain Hook is clearly the villain, there is no question about that . The story is rooted in vulnerability and fear and what it can do to us. Captain Hook is afraid of the crocodile the continously taunts him. Schmee is always afraid of Captain Hook. Fear begets fear. When thinking of happy thoughts, this is what allows you to fly. The reality is, when we allow fear to run our lives we allow the ability for others to fear and beget fear in their lives. When we are happy and thinking positively, we are always allowed to fly and soar as high as we can. Never grow up may be the theme of Peter Pan but the moral of this story to me is never allow fear to beget fear that can consrantly ruin and devastate our true potential.
It was evening. I remember spending some moments with my dog when I was 7 years old. Her name was Kissy and she was a german shepherd/chow mix. I absolutely loved that dog. Then my curiosity and boyishness would venture to the rain gutter, something to climb. I remember scurrying and sliding up the drain pipe. As it eventually became a slant where the drain pipe turned into the roof gutter, my weight seemed to make the aluminium creek. I remember hearing a cracking sound and then audibly saying "Ah oh".
What seemed to be a drunken stupor through our back porch in Leeds, Utah. I dazed my way through the back yard on the sidewalk and managed to make it to the back door. I somehow opened it and as I made my way in the the house on our brown shag carpet, there were only two steps up to the living room area from the back porch. I staggered inside. I remember one of my sisters saying "Daniel is acting weird again" as I collapsed onto the step, helpless, hurting, a complete sense of not knowing where I was.
I remember, being in the van and seeing the air vent to the air conditioner blowing on my face, lying on my mother's lap. Obviously I had been unresponsive as there was a rush to somewhere that my young mind could not comprehend.
I remember seeing bright lights (must be the ER room or maybe something else) My parents' have told me that I showed signs of concussion by throwing up, being un-repsonsive, etc. The next thing I remember is lying in a hospital bed, not wanting to watch television (which was what I had always done as a kid) because it hurt my eyes. My sisters walked in to see me. I was told they were my sisters and I said, "I have sisters?"
The next thing I remember is my home, with flowers and get well soon balloons. Not quite able to really take in the full effect of what had even happened to me.
Not a day goes by that I do not think to myself: What happened to me during those black out times? Those times that I just simply have no memory or recollection of?
But the thing is, is that , I am here now. Enjoying every bit of life and situation that comes at me! Loving this precious thing called experiences and moments.
Usually when Christmas hits, you are not looking forward to the next one. Most likely because that is another year off the docket.
During Thanksgiving this year I came across a story that took place during WWII. I was really inspired with it that I adapted it into a screenplay and started producing it. It is about some tired and famished young soldiers that stumble on a cabin in the cold German forest in 1944 on Christmas Eve. What happened is a wonderful story of life and gratitude for life.
I am excited to dig into this film with the cast I have been able to assemble. I am confident we can create something special.
I am completely financing this project myself. I have attached a donate button to those who would like to lend financial support to the film. Be sure to follow this blog as time goes on to keep up with this project and others that I have been doing.
As with any period piece, funds will go towards: wardrobe, props, some extra gear rentals, food for hungry crew and actors (otherwise they get hangry :) ) Also, building a set because there are just no cabins in southern Utah that look 1940's with their interior construction and design. Thanks!