Bella the Movie & Why I Am Not A Catholic Groupie

I can't say enough about Bella-it was just so, so great. I see movies in the theatre pretty rarely, a combination of MacFrugal-ness and a general dearth of films that interest me, I guess. Also, there's the thought that everything I see will be filed away somewhere on my hard drive-and do I really want to carry around National Treasure 2 for the rest of my life?
But, Lisa called and invited me, and suddenly I found myself sitting at the Del Mar Theatre (site of one of my favorite Mcjobs-I think I brought new meaning to the word slacker that summer (remember, Contessa?) Anyway, as I sat there in the dark,with the story unfolding before me, I suddenly realized that I couldn't stop weeping. I chewed on my thumbnail, trying not to make any sound. I was coming off an emotionally draining week, and had been looking forward to a few hours without the B.T. (beloved toddler) getting tangled up in my legs as if I was trying to tread water in a kelp forest.
Bella is dazzling: life-affirming, hope-filled & joyous; I left the film wanting to see my daughter, to hug her, to watch her jump and dance to B's ukulele.
I was going to download the trailer from You Tube to post here, but I have a general aversion to You Tube blog posts-they take too long to download, and I'm liable to get antsy enough to actually begin the task from which I am procrastinating in the first place. So go look it up yourself.
I went to the only showing of it in Santa Cruz county last weekend; a benefit for the Siena House, a Catholic maternity home in the old nunnery between Holy Cross Church and the old Santa Cruz Mission. I have volunteered for the Siena House in the past, working in their walled garden, at least I did until I completely flaked on them. It's been nearly 3 years, but I still slink down in my seat a little bit when I drive past. I would like to resume work in their garden, but I am afraid I will only let them down again.
Why I Am Not A Catholic Groupie, After All: Tales from the Catholic Steak House
I had to go to the local Catholic bookstore to buy the tix, presumably because it was a benefit. I began to nose around the back of the store and after a while I realized I'd broken one of my cardinal (hehe) rules when it comes to the Catholics: don't look too closely. I'm sorry to say it, but it's true. I always get enamored of the holidays, traditions, poetry, writers (Chesterton, Tolkien, etc) architecture, art, music, acts of mercy and incarnational living; but eventually I come up against one wee little thing: their decidedly wacky theology. I ended up guffawing loudly in the children's section at the Catechism flash cards and a book called The Prenatal Christ that featured drawings of Mary's glowing belly and a voice coming out of it saying,"I am the zygote Jesus, and I have gestated for approximately 3 weeks." I had to leave the store. But not before I bought a cool little book of Francis Thompson's "Hound of Heaven"; (I'm sort of related to him, and it's a fabulous poem.) But see what I mean? Where else would I find that poem, illustrated so groovy, for only $4?
Angus D
So go visit this place: 'Agnus Dei Bookstore'; (that's 'Lamb of God' for all those Germanic language speakers out there)-situated in all it's papist glory right downtown, in the old mortuary building on the corner of Walnut and Cedar Sts. Some time back at a local parade it was mistakenly announced as the 'Angus D', and it's been known in our circle as the Catholic Steak House every since.


Camille said...

thanks for your lovely post! I laughed until I cried. :P

rosa said...

I was at 327 tonight and, leaving the john, caught a glimpse into your old room! I caught my breath, and was suddenly awash with Camille-missing.....it was tragic. Red rover, red rover, send Offenbach on over!

Anonymous said...

Hey Rosa,
I giggled for, like, 5 minutes at this post! The wacky theology in the murky back corners of protestant bookstores never made me laugh this hard.

The Contessa said...

Ah, yes, I remember it well... That Crazy Summer...

Rosa my dear,

I love your "voice" and your humor. I could sit here and read you all morning, if not for that pesky responsibility called "job."


rosa said...

feelin' the sister love!

Read Your Way Through the Garden: Choice Tomes From Garden Literature

  • A Book of Salvias by Betsy Clebsch
  • Botany for Gardeners by Brian Capon
  • Making Bentwood Trellises by Jim Long
  • RHS Encyclopedia of Plants & Flowers
  • Rose Primer: An Organic Approach to Rose Selection & Care by Orin Martin
  • Start With the Soil by Grace Gershuny
  • Sunset Western Garden Book
  • Sunset Western Landscaping Book
  • The Book of Garden Secrets by Patent & Bilderback
  • The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Botany
  • the Gardener's Table: A Guide to Natural Vegetable Growing and Cooking by Richard Merrill & Joe Ortiz
  • The Gardener's Year by Karel Capek
  • The Hutchinson Dictionary of Plant Names: Common & Botanical
  • We Made A Garden by Margaret Fish

lotsa latin: rosa's botanical & etymological ruminations

  • vespertinus: flowers in the evening
  • vernalis:spring
  • veni vidi nates calcalvi: we came, we saw, we kicked butt. This was printed on a T shirt I bought at Abbot's Thrift many years ago. It encircled the NEA symbol. I wish I knew why.
  • superciliaris: shaped like an eyebrow ex: sturnella superciliaris, the White-browed Blackbird
  • rosa-sinensis: species of Hibiscus: Hibiscus rosa-sinensis. Lit. Rosa of China, so named by British plant hunters.
  • placentiformis: shaped like a cake ex: discocactus placentiformis
  • nudiflorus: flowers before leaves show ex: flowering quince, magnolia
  • nivalis: growing in or near snow ex: galanthus nivalis (common snowdrop)
  • muralis: growing on walls
  • mirabilis: marvellous, wonderful
  • formosa: beautiful ex: dicentra formosa, a.k.a.western bleeding heart/dutchman's breeches/lady in a bath
  • carpe vitam: get a life
  • Carolus Linnaeus: Latinized name of Carl von Linne (1707-1778), Swedish naturalist considered the father of plant taxonomy. Whatta guy.