Have you ever found yourself in a particular place or situation, going about your business, and suddenly pulled yourself up short, coming to the conclusion that you have experienced that exact place or situation before – knowing as sure as you’re standing there that you never have been in that place or situation? I have found myself in such situations – more often than I care to admit – and, at the very least, I find them unsettling. An eerie feeling comes over me, and while I do my best to shake off such unwelcome sensations, I can’t help but consider George Lucas was on to something when he worked Force dreams into the Jedi’s abilities. Dreams – they’re pretty powerful stuff!
Eras. They have their beginnings. They have their endings. History marks them. And while we mere humans passing through time are but specks on the timeline of history, our own lives are marked with the beginnings and endings of our own personal eras. Recently, I witnessed the end of an era in my own family. And, if I’m going to be perfectly honest, I am not sure how I feel about it.
Two weeks to the day after seeing it ourselves, my husband, Tom, and I finally got to see “Rogue One” with our two daughters who came home for the holidays. Neither one of them had seen the newest chapter in Star Wars lore as of yet, and Tom and I were waiting with bated breath for them to see it – especially this past week since the two of us could not talk about the movie at all if there was even the smidgeon of a possibility that either of the girls were within ear shot [our ‘eagle-eared’ daughters can hear just about anything from any corner of the house, we learned long, long ago]. Best to err on the side of caution, and not say one word. In all fairness to the girls, Tom and I each were ‘allowed’ to utter one word in regard to “Rogue One” – we could answer “yes” or “no” to the query, “Did you like it?” after seeing it opening night [December 15]. We embellished our answers by giving a thumb’s up signal. They allowed that. 😉
Think I’m referring to the last few hours before “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” opens in theaters nationwide? Although I am exponentially excited about that, no, I am not talking about trying to make it through the last hours before my husband and I leave for the theater. I’m talking about another big event that occurs this month – Christmas! But before I get into the meat of this post, do you mind if I preface it with a few facts about myself?
Do you remember the thrill you got when word came down the pike that tickets for each of the Star Wars Prequels were going on sale? Admittedly, that sense of excitement probably was a lot like – or the same – feeling you experienced when you heard about tickets for last year’s “The Force Awakens” going on sale, as well as this year’s “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story”. If you were like me, you were – and are – soaring high on Cloud Nine!
Think back. [Maybe you don’t have to think back too far. lol] Remember when you were little [or not so little], and your birthday, Christmas or another gift-giving holiday was drawing nigh, and the anticipation of what present[s] you might receive was making you feel all a-twitter? If presents were under a tinsel-laden tree or stacked on a table, could you resist the urge to slink over to them, give one or two [or all 😉 ] a shake to see if you could deem what surprise was hidden beneath the colorful wrapping paper?
I am well aware that each of us has our individual list of favorite characters from the Star Wars Galaxy. We might like the same character for the same reasons – or even for vastly different reasons. Some of the reasons might revolve around major themes a character embodies, maybe traits we see in ourselves [or wish we’d see].
Poor Obi-Wan. [Come to think of it, that’s not a very good adjective to affix to one of the Greatest Jedi who ever lived.] He gets such a bum rap from certain segments of the “Star Wars” fan base. He lied to Luke. He failed Anakin. How much guff can a Jedi take?
There we stood: Two gladiators mustering all the bravado we could. He, ruby red and black — a steely look in his beady eyes; me, in a flaming shirt I hoped would accentuate the fiery darts shooting from my hard-set eyes. The only thing separating us: A double-paned sheet of glass. We were set to do battle. Let the contest begin!
Welcome Back! Thanks for coming back for Round 2 of my favorite memories from my quest to see The Force Awakens at least 13 times in the theater [a feat I surpassed, as luck* would have it. *What would Obi-Wan say? 😉 ]. When we met earlier this month, I recounted two of my most memorable viewings, and if you’re ready, I’m set to jump right into the fray to continue where I left off. Here we go…