the cape as red as blood.

I've been to see Into The Woods three times now.

That's the most since The Prestige (as a newly wed).

And before that it was Titanic (as a tween).

There's not much time for words. Too many pictures. They are figuratively waiting in line for Space Mountain with Disneyland filled to capacity.

I will say this. I have loved Into The Woods since my childhood. The music is a part of me and I just couldn't wait to share that with my kids in a modern format that would capture their attention.

When I took them to see it they all stood up and started yelling at the part when the prince kissed the baker's wife. "What? They are married to other people! Mom!" Other than that part they really, really liked it.

I'm so glad they are around to remind me about truth and good. I just love them. I loved talking to them about the morals and values and themes. Every conversation with these kids is a jewel in our treasury.

Once when I was a teen I was singing a line from the play, "Everyone tells tiny lies, what's important really is the size," when one of my youth leaders from church interrupted me with a startled look on her face. "Oh, I know that's not really true, I was just singing." It was a part of bigger story with a bigger message, but just too hard to explain.

I wonder if the reason we get frustrated with other people is because the things they do or say appear to us out of context. We can't know the whole story, ever.

Jewels, jewels. Thoughts and treasure.

I miss this place for my insights to live. My brain is so jumbled with the many unshared thoughts.