New Mexico
Sky and clouds, mountains in the distance and more sky, more clouds. The air is cool, feels clean and smells sweet. The people are very nice, when I stopped to get a paper yesterday and accidently honked my horn when the car locked an old man looked at me, surprised and a bit offended. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." and he smiled "no problem." I don' think that happens much around here.
The first screening went well. We had people from the suicide prevention coalition and the Jason foundation in addition to our sponsors, the Agora Crisis Center. There was a red carpet and a display of painted handprints that represent all the suicides in the state last year. Before the screening we had a series of little talks and one included a college girl, barely 19, who lost her boyfriend to suicide last year. He'd become withdrawn, isolated himself, stopped talking to her and she didn't know he was depressed, didn't know the last time he called her would be the last time he called her.
People don't like to talk about these losses, and to many people suicide is one of those topics, you just never discuss. We have to talk about it. We have to listen to each other. The more we talk, the more we can try to share the burden a bit. People don't need to walk around carrying so much on their own.
We've made a tough film and it's getting people talking about a tough subject.
In other news: I knew Ann Richards was ill, but I was not prepared for her to go so quickly. She was a bright, intelligent and honest soul who cared deeply and who worked incredibly hard. She did much good work for Texas and she cared for people that many poltiicans forget about, people who can't or don't vote as much: kids and convicts. She did some amazing work in education. She worked on programs for recovery from additiction and for prison rehabilitation.
When Annalise was a baby we campaigned for Ann, I strolled Annalise around or carried her in a little front pack and we walked around and gave people fliers and tried to get out the vote. We saw her last December at bookpeople, while we were Christmas shopping, and I told Annalise "that's Ann Richards". I didn't go up to her, I thought maybe she needed some peace. I wish I'd just said Hi and introduced Annalise to Ann.
Rest in Peace, Anne. We won't forget your work.
file under: film, life in general, jumping off bridges
The first screening went well. We had people from the suicide prevention coalition and the Jason foundation in addition to our sponsors, the Agora Crisis Center. There was a red carpet and a display of painted handprints that represent all the suicides in the state last year. Before the screening we had a series of little talks and one included a college girl, barely 19, who lost her boyfriend to suicide last year. He'd become withdrawn, isolated himself, stopped talking to her and she didn't know he was depressed, didn't know the last time he called her would be the last time he called her.
People don't like to talk about these losses, and to many people suicide is one of those topics, you just never discuss. We have to talk about it. We have to listen to each other. The more we talk, the more we can try to share the burden a bit. People don't need to walk around carrying so much on their own.
We've made a tough film and it's getting people talking about a tough subject.
In other news: I knew Ann Richards was ill, but I was not prepared for her to go so quickly. She was a bright, intelligent and honest soul who cared deeply and who worked incredibly hard. She did much good work for Texas and she cared for people that many poltiicans forget about, people who can't or don't vote as much: kids and convicts. She did some amazing work in education. She worked on programs for recovery from additiction and for prison rehabilitation.
When Annalise was a baby we campaigned for Ann, I strolled Annalise around or carried her in a little front pack and we walked around and gave people fliers and tried to get out the vote. We saw her last December at bookpeople, while we were Christmas shopping, and I told Annalise "that's Ann Richards". I didn't go up to her, I thought maybe she needed some peace. I wish I'd just said Hi and introduced Annalise to Ann.
Rest in Peace, Anne. We won't forget your work.
file under: film, life in general, jumping off bridges
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