Sun 19 Jul 2009
I’d been grumpy for the past several days. Tired of being a grunt, tired of never knowing what was coming next or feeling engaged in this play, homesick and irritated with everyone around me.
Sunday mornings at 10am, we gather on the soccer pitch. It’s a ritual we haven’t missed since I’ve been here. We run and flail at the ball and holler at each other and usually fail to score. Get out of breath, remember lightness, do something fun in the sun.
That’s all it takes. Back on the horse. Happy to muck out the pond or harvest the green beans from the garden or clean up paint spills in the shop (all of which I did today before rehearsal), happy to wear ridiculous things and march with wooden puppets through thorns during rehearsal, even not minding too much getting snapped at by Stacey for crowding her during rehearsal. Content again to be more or less an observer, a very involved observer, in the production of this show. I wish I could see it; it’s gonna be beautiful.
I’m tired now. Sorry I don’t have more insights to share. it’s a week and a half before opening; time for reflections next month.
xoxo!
Alissa