<HONEA EXPRESS: The Romance of Disney

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Thursday, February 02, 2006

The Romance of Disney

Ask Miles Davis. Ask Louis Armstrong, Dave Brubeck or Jim Brickman. They played Disney's music because they understood the message.

Ask millions of people, two mice and me. Disney is more than you think. There is magic in the air, this is true. There is childlike wonder and troubles forgotten. There are smiles and sighs and moments of pure joy. And there is romance.

Surely, Walt must have known what he created. He must have strolled those streets and understood what he had done. The lands of Disney, lit by stars and lanterns and backed with an endless soundtrack of memories and promise, are pure romance.

You get lost here, and you find yourself. Your mind wanders to the girl on your arm and you find yourself, as I did, on one knee beneath a castle surrounded by streams and beds of roses. It is a place of magic and fairytales that engulf you with every breath. For a brief time the lines between your life and your dreams blur and become one. You are drunk without drink, and it spreads with rapid and loose abandonment.

It is as if you have been picked up out of the cubicle of daily routine and placed in your favorite movie, alongside dreamers, stars and sporting champions. It feels right. You belong. Everything you did before your arrival was but a stepping stone to get you here. To get you to this moment. You are reminded of plans you once had and who you thought you would be.

Perhaps you spot a Princess out for a stroll, deep in thoughts of kingdoms and ballrooms. Perhaps you spy your hosts sharing a private moment away from the party. They too can feel it. It is not the romance of lust and meaningless fancies that fill our daily lives between commercials for Las Vegas and lingerie. It is the romance of knowing that there is good in this world and that you want to share it with someone, even if it is just holding their hand across a moonlit bridge. It is the magic of promise for better days and righting wrongs. It dares you to imagine what life should be and encourages you to make it so.

It is family, like Walt intended, if such a thing can be considered romantic. I believe that it can.