Who is the Greatest Showman?

There have been many a day since we've come to NC that I have stopped my hustle and bustle to partake in the wonder and the beauty of the showmanship of God in the sky. Charlotte and Huntersville seem to own the sky itself. They have wonders daily that I had never seen in the NY sky or skyline. {We had other things! Never to diminish the greatest city on earth!}But, how can you advertise that we have the most beautiful and bounteous part of the sky? You just have to come here to experience it!

No joke, the sky talks down here. It says "the father's meeting is in this part of the sky and the mother's meet in that part of the sky. God lets us dance here." etc., etc. I was taken aback by the intensity of the sky's interplay with the people and the beauty of life here. And yet, there are people who are missing it for it's aggressiveness and regularity.

I could never completely tell the wonder of the daily occurrences of the sky that we have been blessed with in NC. I have sat by my window and seen the lightning shows in this corner or that. I have been warned by the birds to get inside, because the show was coming down to the earth and you mustn't be outside when that happens, but the cloud shows are amazing. The hailstorms and the slight bit of snow that comes to overwhelm us, have nearly toppled my NY pride and self-reliance. The breathtaking views of the earth and sky that I admired and was addicted to at Jones Beach and Sunken Meadow have dimpled into fading with one teaparty in the sky with Mrs. Day and her cloud sewing circle.

The sky kept saying to me, don't be afraid, that's how we talk down here. This is what "Y'all Come" is all about in the South. When you embrace the Bible as part of your identity, Heaven takes note of that! Really? was all I could say.

My very favorite skyline, since coming here came when Ethan had a concert at a foreign school. There were actual clowns making faces in the sky. I was so angry that day and I had to laugh at the sky, telling me jokes. You are late, but you won't miss it. I declare that Baby Ben, must have had cloud duty that day. Nobody else could have touched my maternal funnybone, from and earthly perspective. I was late for the concert and afraid that I would miss his part in it. It was splendid, the sky!

Well,I go on and on because the movie that I saw yesterday paid a wonderful tribute to a great man who brought us all a sense of splendor and wonder in the creation that was around us. Memories of breathtaking spectacles that earth could devote. People's attention was diverted from their troubles and enjoying life for a moment. I thought that movie was an honorable tribute to an obviously great man.

Hugh Jackman's performance of the role had me enthralled, from the very first silhouette of his lips perfectly articulating the words to the song, to the final scene, where the darkness enveloped all but his image in tophat and tails. I felt that it was a motivating tribute to the power and effectiveness of creativity and consistency. I saw a blending of the tales of Hans Christian Anderson and Pip, from Great Expectations, with a prod for the next generation to think outside the boxes of their own limitations. I call that "Positive Adrenaline!" It was used effectively in this movie.

The Musical Genre was taking a chance. The use of new music with redundant words and old thoughts could have crashed like a thud. I am very particular about those kinds of things. I was not disappointed or bored with the redundancy. The riveting performance far outweighed my noticing that they were saying the same thing over and over again. I loved it and would watch it again and again.

THANK YOU entire cast for immortalizing this beautiful memory in American History!