Saturday, Nov. 26, 2005
Saturday After Serenade
Some people invoke awe from the sheer intensity of their personalities. Others are fairly mild in personality and yet the more you see of them, the more you realize that they are among the most extraordinary individuals you've ever encountered.
Imagine dealing with that times two or three or...
That's what this weekend has been like.
Miss poolagirl's play was truly magical, on more levels than I can count. She took a community-theater cast of 35 people, children and adults, and elevated them to levels you cannot imagine. The characters were rich and wonderful, and the music... Yes, the lady WROTE music for this little extravaganza. And she pulled everything together in the span of WEEKS, not months. She had only seven weeks to rehearse and stage a three-hour musical.
And it was absolutely extraordinary. The audience lapped it up, shouting out, "I DO believe in fairies!" in response to Tinkerbell's wilt into near-oblivion. We laughed ourselves silly, applauded like crazy, smiled, held our collective breath as Wendy's clear-as-a-bell voice intoned some of the more haunting pieces. And the crocodile and Hook brought down the house.
And that is only such a small slice of who this extraordinary person is. Poolagirl and her housemate and housemate's daughter welcomed a couple of complete strangers, enfolding us in enthusiastic hugs. She's gracious and warm and carries herself with a sweet eccentricity I've never encountered anywhere else. Her roomie, by the way - and roomie's extraordinarily-patient teenaged daughter - likewise generous and welcoming beyond what I ever imagined.
Nicim is just as extraordinary, albeit in different ways. She's breathtakingly lovely physically - but it's her underlying sweetness of spirit that impresses you from the first. She's effervescent, with a personality that bubbles over in giggles and smiles and warmth. And no, Findlay, if you ever read this, she's not skinny - merely tiny. In fact, it's hard to fathom how such a small dancer's frame can hold such a large heart.
Wildrosie is a lovely lady who fortunately not only isn't embarrassed by our escapades, but is perfectly happy to join right in, regaling us with song in mid-stride, expounding with tales of life in tiny Tombstone, Arizona (where I hope to visit her soon.) Yep, it's a real place, about an hour outside of Tucson and a century and a half back in time.
I mean, besides in politics, where all of Arizona is about a century and a half back in time.
But I digress.
This trip has been a little slice of heaven, not only for the luxury of time off of work, but also for the chance to meet and embrace so many kindred spirits simultaneously. We are all similar of heart and mind and soul, articulate and thoughtful and slightly bawdy when given the opportunity. (If only you knew the topic of conversation when we stopped for drinks last night after the play...)
My sole regret is that I only have a few days in which to take tea and laughter with these spirit sisters, who have become so embedded into my heart.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )