Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Physics, Magic, Music, Love



Here we are and here we are, nine days before Christmas and what I have done? Another year older, a new one just begun.
Oh, John and Yoko. John and Yoko. I just love typing those words.

They say there may be parallel universes where everything that can happen, does. And so in possibly millions of those universes, John and Yoko have grown old together, are still making love and music together, and yes, Yoko is still looking very good in hot pants and sunglasses and they have fourteen grandchildren with whom they all get into a huge bed and John plays his guitar and Yoko tickles the babies and they all sing and giggle amidst great white down comforters and feather pillows and the snow falls gently outside and the little girl grandchildren fight to be the ones to brush Grandma Yoko's hair which, in some of these universes, is still long and flows over the pillows like a dark river, snow streaked.

This is my very favorite Christmas song and I think I posted it last year, too. Well, so what?
It's worth it, re-posting over and over.

And for three moments and twenty-nine seconds, I can be in another universe, and also in my past when John was still alive and there was the gleam in his eye that could have created the children to make them the grandchildren with his tiny, fierce wife who was taught as a good Japanese girl not to smile in public.

And then- back to this universe. The only one I know for sure I live in and I am sorrowful that there are still wars, always there are wars, even if we don't believe in them. I am sorrowful that John is gone and has been so many years.

I am happy, though, so very happy, that John and Yoko made this song together and gave it to our poor, imperfect world, a straight shot of light into the very heart of darkness, my own included.

That's it. In this universe we have this, this song, this message, those sweet voices, and every year, when I hear it, I remember and I think about another great white bed where peace was talked about and for a moment, the world paid attention, the world listened.

12 comments:

  1. They sure did. I miss him too, and wonder what all he/they would be doing right now if he were here.
    sniff.
    Thank for sharing the light.
    xo pf

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  2. I love this song... over and over.

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  3. one cleansing tear rolls down my cheek.

    i'll be honest ms. moon. i used to be rather suspicious of john and his 'tiny, fierce wife', until i saw the documentary 'the u.s. versus john lennon, and i fell in love...

    with him, with her, with their love; how their spirits exploded and they became more themselves when they found each other.

    i even fell in love with the beatles for whom i previously held zero interest.

    funny that people want to stone her for breaking up the group although, for me, she brought them together.

    have a very merry christmas, ms moon. war is over.

    may it be so.

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  4. ah..i love that song too..even though i have to confess that i like yoko a bit more then john..cant help it..i just do...:-)

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  5. Thank you.
    I love your alternate universe images. Perfect.
    Sigh.

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  6. Every time I hear this song I am transported to the moment I heard John had been killed. It makes me sad, the same way the words to Hark the Herald Angels Sing make me cry, I can't even sing that song, because of the Peace and Goodwill that have not yet happened in the world.

    I suppose the point is to be hopeful, and I'm trying, but it's a heavy load sometimes.

    Thanks for putting the vision of an alternate ending for John and Yoko in my head, it is nice to imagine such things.

    Have a great day, Ms. Moon.

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  7. In a parallel universe all the comments I have left in the past three days would be here...sigh.
    There must be something wrong with the connection at the Hospital or maybe they will show up all at once.

    So...thank you for the photos. You know it does my heart good to look at Owen (and Waylon. B.Loved decided to take the Murphy Christmas tree in spite of my having said I am not in the mood even for that one. In the same perverse way that chocolate always goes south by the time you finally find it inside the forgotten shelf in the kitchen, the lights were dead or at least sick. So now the Murphy tree needs to be re-lit. Oh joy!

    I love this song and obviously I needed it today. Thank you darling, miss chatting with you.

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  8. Ms Moon. I love the song too. But they had a hideous hideous marriage.

    He was a mess and she... well. I won't even start.

    Not Rolemodels, though. They never would have happily grown old together. Not in a million years.

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  9. That song STILL gives me shivers. Thank you.

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  10. Ms. Fleur- You're welcome.

    Deb- It's such a good one.

    Adrienne- I am so glad you finally came to know and love John and Yoko and yes, the Beatles, whom I could not imagine life without their soundtrack in it for me.

    Danielle- She's amazing.

    Bethany- Why have imaginations and science if we can't use them to give us some joy?

    Mel- Yes. Imagine.

    Miss Allegra- I hate to think of you in the hospital with your beloved, waiting and waiting. I am sorry about your tree and I am sorry that your comments have not been showing up. At least this one has. I am sending love to you both.

    Jo- One never knows.

    Aunt Becky- That's because it's THAT good.

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  11. Well, damn...you got me blubbering again. You sure can write, gal.

    Merry Christmas, Ms Moon

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  12. Charlie- Thanks, sir. Merry Christmas to you, too. I hope it's a good one. Without any fears.

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