August Rush - To Be Found...

“…you may in the privacy of the heart take out the album of your own life and search it for the people and places you have loved and learned from yourself, and for those moments in the past – many of them half forgotten – through which you glimpsed, however dimly and fleetingly, the sacredness of your own journey.”

~ Frederick Buechner

To be found…

Tonight, I was inspired to watch the movie August Rush as a friend said she was watching it and I had not seen it before.  

Well, I loved the movie and thought it was a beautiful testimony to love and the serendipitous nature of life in which often what we are looking for is that which also is looking for us and if we persist and remain true to our inner voice (the music) we not only find ourselves but also those who are to hold a special place in our life story.

To be found…

To belong…

To be looked for…

To know you matter to someone and that someone matters to you - is that not what we all deep inside yearn for? We have been created for relationship, for connection and touch by another who desires the same thing -authentic acceptance.  

It is this continuous ache in all the characters in the movie to find and be found by each other that is so emotionally powerful as it tugs at something deep inside of us as human beings, the need for community. A place to be simply ourselves and to be loved for that very thing, being me and who I uniquely am and to know that I have been wanted and appreciated by another that too needs and wants the same things.

I suppose the hardest thing is the time spent lost, in the in between times of not being found and the searching and following of our hearts which in the movie is following the music and perhaps that is apt as we all have the music of our lives, the soundtracks to our journeys that we are following and listening to. To not let other voices drown out the music, to deaden our hearts is the challenge as there are so many people and circumstances along the way that want to close down our hearing and turn off our music.

Yet, in being lost and in the search, in the ache and difficult times when we are found, when we find each other, friends that are as Hemingway wrote, “…as good as spring itself…” it is then that our hearts sing and all the longing and hoping is rewarded with poetic memories that are not extinguishable and the music soars.

At two times in the movie Kya and Louis touch hands and there is an undeniable bond between two souls that have found each other.  So it is, that in something as simple as the gesture of the touch of a hand there is a profoundness and something loader than spoken words being communicated in the sincerity of the moment. I am reminded of something Frederick Buechner wrote, “…we are flesh as well as spirit and that a touch of a hand has its own holiness.”