big guns

The Big Guns

Ever get a kick in the behind in the form of a physical ailment that lets you know in no uncertain terms that the jig is up?


Well, my body relayed that message to me recently, and consequently I am forced to listen.

Well, that's not true. I could continue along my merry clueless way and make things worse. But I'm not going to do that.


I am hereby taking responsibility for what I know to be true.


I've entertained thoughts of gifting myself with turning in early in the evenings in order to regift myself with exercising and meditation in the mornings before dashing off to my day job.

For months now my body clock has been awakening me early enough to accomplish those things, but being less than enthusiastic about getting out of a perfectly good, warm bed, I've stalled those plans equally as long.


Now this physical issue rears its pretty head and says, "Listen. We've given you chance after chance to pursue this lifestyle change with merely subtle encouragement. Now we pull out the big guns. Gonna take the hint?"

OK, OK. I'm listening.

And I have to say I am more than a little intrigued as to what exactly is going to show up when I do get into the groove of that exercise and meditation over time.


If the universe went to such lengths to arrange it, there must be something fabulous on its way.

Hopefully just like in the movie Schultze Gets the Blues.


This is the blurb on the dvd case that convinced me to take it home with me from the library:

"A smash hit in Germany and winner of numerous film festival awards around the globe, Schultze Gets the Blues is a funny, touching peek into the world of a recently retired miner who, like his father before him, entertains polka audiences with his accordion."

When he discovers the fiery energy of Zydeco music on the radio, the rigid monotony of his daily routine takes a spicy turn. Schultze learns to play his accordion with a new snap and style. His new-found fascination ultimately leads him on a life-changing, liberating journey to the Louisiana delta."


Rigid monotony is an understatement. The director of this film captures our tendency toward the mundane and rut-lined, and exaggerates them to such a degree that it's absolutely hilarious. 
Once you recover from the shrewd poke in the ribs.


This gentle, sweet man's entire life opens up for him one night with the flick of a radio dial, and he is forever changed.

Well, that and the fact that he meets Frau Lorant, the feisty red-haired woman who inhabits the same old folks' home as his mother.


She has the best line in the movie: "You must go to the casino with me. Strengthen your nerves. Once you've really blown some cash, you'll see things in a different light."

Whatever form Frau Lorant and Zydeco take in your life, I wish for you the adventure of meeting up with them in no uncertain terms, and embracing wherever they may take you.


Before the universe pulls out the big guns.