This particular observance doesn't carry as much weight around here as, oh, say, The Feast of the Presentation. But it does make me think of watching one of my favorite movies.
If you've never seen Groundhog Day, let me just say, it's a treat. It's thoughtful (and even theological, if you view it with a certain eye) and sweet, romantic and funny, and full of Bill Murray. I love Bill Murray (this Bill Murray ... not the Bill Murray of, oh, say, "Caddyshack.")
But, back to this movie.
I wrote this little "shrinklit" about it last year.
But, the movie's better. I hope you enjoy both.
Phil: at first, a selfish jerk
Focused on his fun and work
Women were a toy or game
Till every day became the same.
Quite suddenly, no rules apply
Steal some money, tell a lie
Nihilism's worth a spin
until despair comes crashing in
Suicide just didn't take
Surely something is at stake
Could it be that it is worth
Striving for a true rebirth?
Self improvement: worth a try?
Though all past ways it does defy?
Selflessness for its own sake?
Letting go of all that's fake?
Helping, saving, giving, tears
Authentic feelings, first in years
Letting go of all that's old
Lets in truth, releases cold
Something genuine and kind
Allows this man his best to find
Is this conversion? God at work?
Or one colossal cosmic quirk?