This Resonates

The dust of exploded beliefs may make a fine sunset.
-Geoffrey Madan,writer (1895-1947)

That quote makes a lot of sense to me.

It wouldn't have even 7 months ago, but it does now.

The world isn't black and white, or even grey.

It is the full spectrum of colour, all the shades and hues.

When my beliefs lock me into a narrow range I think sometimes they have to be blown up in order for me to see the rainbow again.

Another Short Post

Well, this is it. I open my show today, and take my second-to-last step towards graduation.

I have had so much help from so many people...it has made the whole project happen and I have so much gratitude that it wells up and almost, almost makes me cry.

I am very humbled.

Later I'll be nervous.

Here goes.

Elusive Balance

There has to be room for being honest, taking care of yourself and not taking responsibility for other people's feelings, and still caring about other people and how your life affects them.

There has to be.

I just wish I knew what that looked like.

Weekend

I had a weekend that had nothing to do with final project land, which was a good break. I went to my first ever hocky game, Swift Current Broncos vs. Calgary Hitmen, and the Broncos won 2-0 (which made for their 10th straight win...I know nothing about hockey but the things I hear I remember...with S. and his friend cheering loudly right beside me it was impossible not to learn something). Then S. and I went and watched "I Am Legend" which was fun.

It was a good weekend.

Surreality

Well, the poster is done.

The set is getting there and so is the sound design.

I have meetings for costumes and basic production mentoring.

And rehearsal.

It's changing from plans on paper to tangible reality.

This is a surreal process - the final project I've thought about for years, ever since I got here, and now I'm actually doing it.

And the town is empty - people off in Israel, Vancouver and New York. But they'll all get back in time to see the finished thing, after all the work is done and over.

Whenever that is.

Final Project City

I'm in the midst of it, people. In the midst.

It feels like I should spell that 'mist' - it certainly seems that way.

But I keep on truckin'.