It’s starting to warm up in Perth, and this is the time of year I usually enter a state of denial about the arrival of Summer. It feels like Winter gets shorter and shorter in Perth, and Summer increasingly longer and uncomfortable. However, as much as I would love Winter to be prolonged, even I have to admit being thoroughly seduced by all the things in bloom in the garden.
Two things I’m looking forward to as the weather gets warmer are sleeping with the window wide open and going to the beach in the evening, just as the sun is about to set. And speaking of the sea, I’ve been watching this video over and over:
I was thinking of this video, and home, and expectations, and belonging, after watching The Fifth Heaven in the cinema last night, which began with the following words (paraphrased from the Talmud):
“There are seven heavens in the sky ... The fifth one is called Ma’on (home), in which ministering angels chant divine songs by night.”
It was a brilliant film, and moving in every way. I don’t particularly feel like offering a review of it, but there was one particular scene where a character called Berta, about to be punished for her affair with a British soldier during the British Mandate, runs around a bunch of sterile branches artificially ‘planted’ into the ground screaming, ‘No roots!’ ‘No roots!’ In a film full of displaced people, wandering and lost, I sat there in an Australian cinema, on the other side of the world from the majority of my family, feeling quite teary. Films like this do make you wonder what constitutes a ‘home’. It was a beautiful film, and I highly recommend it if you get a chance to see it.