I woke up Monday dreaming of you.
When realizing I had no where to go I smiled.
Deep in my covers I stare at the pine.
Raven's croak and smeared grey clouds dance.
A breeze has come to tell me secrets.
Letting go is bringing tears to the well.
Deep inside is the reservoir.
"The perfection in theater is that it's over the second it's done." ~William Hurt
It's life in the theatre.
Not for everyone, but definitely for me.
"I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms, the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being." ~ Oscar Wilde
Clear day and birds are singing with me.
Tears do the river dance on my cheekbones.
I drown in my tub as pain lifts my heart.
Cold meets snow and I remember the scent.
Frozen lips kiss me as flakes fall round your face.
Ice reflecting light of peace that I have manifested.
Wonder of wonders.
I made it back to Alaska.
The last few months have been all about the house in New Orleans.
I also spent a bit of time in Birmingham with my son and his family.
The moon is nearly full and the air in Anchorage is crisp and clean.
There is something I must do here.
Yes, there is the art opening at Snow City December 2nd, but it's something else.
There is a deep place that this amazing land brings me.
I am in love with Alaska.
That's all I know.
I can't explain it. It's a mystery.
Thank you universe for bringing me back home.
I will do my best. I'm free to do good work.