The first time my toes touched the stage there was a frisson that was too elusive to name, yet later I could say what it was. The point at which my will for adventure took over from my shy sense of vulnerability, there was a rush of electricity that jump started my soul.
The stage was where the dreams I wanted to touch yet couldn't quite reach came out to play.
Under the spotlights, upon that stage, is where we spotted the light within our souls, finding its way through the suppressions of our era.
Upon that stage were the saints of our age, the ones who were bold enough to show us what we are by being so vulnerable themselves. For in that play we were never asked to reveal our souls, yet the playwright and actors did just that. Upon those strong boards of oak they spoke the truth of souls, truths that the passing age cannot touch nor shield their shine.
In the moments before the transitions, before the stage and spotlights, I felt as if I were back in my grandmother's garden, blessed by dappled light. For then there is the comfort of the shade and the invite of the warm rays. In that moment there is a sense of choice even through you realise you will go on. That is the show. That is what we do.