May 26, 2019
Two weeks from tonight it’s all over. All will be done . . . even all those last-minute things we haven’t begun doing yet. This week is our last week at the church . . .It’s an intimate week crammed full of what all theatre folk do – run lines, tweak and run lines even more. I’m squeezing rehearsals into every corner of every day. Tomorrow is Memorial Day and it’s booked 10-6. Every hour there is someone or something to be dealt with. It’s not that the show is this big it’s just that there are that many loose ends and that many dear people in need of communicating with, nudging on, listening to and/or simply being with . . . soooo I pray for a little more energy and a lot more patience.
A week from tomorrow morning we move into the theatre. I show up in a U-Haul (Dick May driving) with blocks, balcony and racks and racks of costumes, bagels and coffee. That week is its own magical experience . . . I hold my breath from nine that Monday morning till I plant a kiss on a bare center stage just before I leave the theatre two weeks from tonight. That week is so sacred, so full, so enormously special that there aren’t words to describe it – not yet. It’s simply thrilling to witness and be a part of.
So tonight, is about invitation. This is my last blog of this show season – a bit unbelievable to me! I love this time – whether my words are read or not, it’s part of my thinking process, and my gratitude practice to indulge in this emptying of heart and soul. BUT tomorrow I’m turning my computer over to David Zych. He needs it for some of the musical stuff he’s preparing for the show. (It requires a LOT to live up to ABBA and sacrificing my computer for the good of the show is just one little thing I can do) I’ll take care of emails and the like from my phone. What that means though is that tonight is the night I must be about the business of inviting you.
Come. Come twice. Come four times if you’re really dedicated. I can promise you every show will be different. Every show will be a surprise. Every show will have moments of triumph, pure magic, an abundance of miracle (and a very few instants of quickly dispelled anguish.) I can promise you fun, song, dance and exuberance. I can promise you delight, smiles, triumph and courage.
Today as I ran lines with Andi, she talked about loving being a REAL actress. She is. This work is real. Each of the actors have a morsel of this wondrous, chewy truth they hold. Together it all becomes this thick slice of something that will sustain and nourish. COME.
These actors have worked tirelessly
They are surrounded by brilliant others who have also worked tirelessly.
At the end of the day it comes down to this invitation. Come. See what we have done. See how we have grown. Those of you who donate, this is your dividend. You are a shareholder in love that comes to life, under the lights and on the stage.
Feel invited friends. I cannot tell you what will happen. I can only tell you that you will leave with your heart blessed and something quite incredible will be bubbly up inside you. mirth, hope, belief, joy. maybe all those. Hopefully more . . . and, hopefully, alongside all those sweet good feeling will be a realization that we can’t label, hold back, or limit people. That we need to champion and celebrate the gifts of all people. That dis ability does not mean WITHOUT glorious ability. I can promise you that notes will not matter as much as smiles and that what you hear with your heart will make sense through your eyes . . .
As Harry Bright – one of Sophie’s possible dad’s – says, “There are all kinds of families . . .” This is ours.
Come. There are a million reasons but 46 absolutely essential ones. Come because those 46 deserve to be cheered. Yes, I believe in them that much. Here I am – two weeks before show – saying it’s going to be that thrilling, memorable, and worth it – all of it.
Come sing. Come dance. Come cheer. Come share a moment of pure wonder. Where else could you get soooo much and not even have to pay the cost of a ticket?
Your yes fills our heart. And if you don’t come?????? Watch face book . . .there are sure to be a zillion pictures and we’ll still know you’re cheering.
That’s it for this show process. . I’m sure there’ll be an epilogue when I get my computer back . . .but for now . . . just mark those dates on your calendar (June 7-9.) It’s worth it to be in the presence of the joy, the beauty, the love these hearts contain.