My excitement grows knowing that in a few short days we’ll be back in the old barn making magic once again. Inside those walls and under that roof where previously every ounce of my creative energy was poured out and used up. To me, it is a temple, a sacred place of ritual and magic and it is both honoring and humbling to once again be invited into the space to create.
This is the swan song.
The students at LFC used to tease me because I would tell them I was leaving to go home and I’d walk out the door to my car but would always end up coming back into the building at least two, sometimes three or four more times – “I forgot my keys” or “I forgot to tell you such and such” or “oh, remember to tell so and so to do this and that”.
And now – once again, after announcing my departure the doors will open and lo and behold there I am. I forgot to tell you about acting, and comedy, and how to milk a laugh, and what the meaning of life is, and how much you mean to me. There’s so much I have to tell these kids and not enough to time. So, instead we’ll just buckle down and do the work. And try to catch a sublime moment here and there when we can. Put in your eight hours, to the powers, that have always been.
Sing it, child.