The Last Unicorn

This is my favorite animated movie of all time, of all the wiz bang advanced incredible pieces out there from all the multi billion dollar studios.

Since I was a child I was drawn to unicorns and I can't explain why, because I didn't know the legends. I grew up in an inner city so I wasn't around horses or anything that might trigger that memory or feeling. My family didn't read me bedtime stories, nor were they into myth or legend. Imagination was not really encouraged in the household.

On some level this movie and clip are pure kitsch. But it makes me sob, every time, when all the unicorns of the past come out of the beautiful Japanese animated ocean wave to join the last unicorn.

I do remember finding an art book as a child and finding something called The Unicorn Tapestries and that just made me so happy. I think when I was an adolescent I even saw one at The Cloisters. I also remember this song, and since I did Irish Step Dancing....Irish music was ok in the household:

The Irish Rovers, The Unicorn

My parents were divorced when I was about 10, so I didn't see my Dad often. One birthday soon after I received a gift from him that meant more than anything he gave me. It was a picture book of unicorns and he had written inside: "To the last one on earth, Love, Dad"

Now that my Dad is dead, I treasure that more than anything else.

When my daughter was young, I used to rent all kinds of animated pictures, and found this, and both of us just loved it. We were in WalMart a few months ago and saw it in the sale bin and we both smiled so wide. She remembered: "Ohhhh that's the best, I remember that, I love that movie!"

I love the song as well, and it is now on my playlist. I resonate most nowadays with these lines:

"In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn"

Having a human body reminds me also of the constraints of time, at least in this reality. We have that little window right now to enlighten the world. And though I know the very aspect of my body is yet another illusion, it's a constraint for now I have to be aware of and have to work through.

I worry of it failing before I can do what I came here to do, whatever that is. My brother dropped dead of an instant heart attack at the age of 50. What if I don't get to finish what I started?

Will the forces of the Universe conspire to help me, or will I fall through the cracks again?

Myth and legend is not so strange, when we consider everything exists in the Transcendent so I guess somehow I am and always will be there.

I found this picture and I liked it because my brother resonated so strongly with wolves and I just miss him. I know there is no separation and he is not "gone" but I can't hug him or laugh with him anymore, and that sucks.