Last Friday I drove down to my daughter’s home, as Luciana, my almost 14-year-old grand daughter’s two week theater camp presentation was to be performed, and WOW.
After years in the theater world, once upon a time ago, I am privy to all the moving parts…casting, choreography/blocking, memorizing, personalities, technicalities and on and on, and basically in 8 days this most incredible production was pulled off in GLORIOUS perfection.…Thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year olds in a musical…tough guy roles, tough babe roles, sweetie pies, and dorks….singing, dancing and PLAYING…tears and joy in my heart…there’s hope for the world!
Afterwards, after the flower bouquets and well-earned over the top compliments, Luciana sat in the car and said, “It was great but I feel sort of sad now. It’s all over.”
My mother introduced the world of stories through books to me when I was tiny, and forever books have been my comrades beyond conscious knowing. For these months since the fire, I have been quiet, wings folded around myself for the most part, appearing ‘normal’ when venturing out…but in between…being transported and expanded again and again into other worlds. A couple of months ago I discovered an author by accident, with whom I am now officially in love. I read each of her books and today I finished re-reading the first one. Her gift to me during this time as a healer through her writng will live with me forever.
Today? I am with Luciana…”I feel sort of sad now. It’s all over.”
Thank you, Charlotte McConaghy, my heart and soul are becoming acquainted with the latest version of self, and You have been a force in this.