Well, we went to see "The Nutcracker" ballet last night and it was beautiful, elegant, funny, charming. Again. Stephen Mills is an awesome choreographer and really produces lovely shows. Wow. What time, energy and effort it must take to get it done, year after year.
The other night, I dreamed:
There was a multi-tiered stage like in an old musical movie. It was lit with golden chandeliers and the sparkly, glittery, shining lights glowed brilliantly. There were many actors on the stage steps and I told them it was okay. I didn't need them anymore and they said, "Are you sure?" I said yes and thanked them. So they stepped out from their costumes and masks. The whole scene stayed the same, except the dark, black holes where their faces used to be. I felt happy, grateful in a quiet, profound way that they cared so much for me and had given so much. Fascinating. It was like a gift of love all along. A gift of their time and effort to help me with my creation. The starkness was startling but okay. As I awoke my thoughts were that all along, all of "them" were me.
Anyway, after the ballet I drove us over to Sandy's Hamburger Stand and we sat on an old picnic table as we ate our treats. We laughed and talked. Such giggling. Then I drove back to the shelter. We all thanked each other for the lovely evening and parted ways. I thank my Higher Power for the chance to be of service in such a beautiful way...plus I get paid to do it which is amazing!
Dear Higher Power, YOU are the Source, the Light...thank YOU so much. I am grateful. Love, Carol xoxox
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