I am one week from opening night! Crazy. In the beginning I felt as if I had all the time in the world, and now I’m preciously counting the hours to getting it all done. (shoot – I forgot I need a program). But today was a blessing. Today I got to play. Because today was RED.
RED is a performance workshop space, creative think-tank, and sisterhood circle for female artists + performers. It is an amazing container for women to explore, share, dare and witness each other’s revelations. In this safe, sacred, space I found healing after my husband’s passing, and it was at RED that the seeds for Widows Anonymous were planted.
At each gathering there is a different theme, and with the coming of summer, the theme this time was play. We don’t do nearly enough of it. So after weeks of hunkering down to work on the show, how delicious it was to let go of schedules and deadlines, and the long list of things undone, and just dress up and dance. We put on costumes and jewelry, painted our faces and turned up the music.
It is so easy to get caught up in the seriousness of all of this, to feel the tightness and contraction of time as that train comes roaring down the track … June 8, June 8, June 8. Thank the Goddess for RED, for those four hours to put time on hold, hug my ladies, crank up the tunes, wiggle my tush, and just play. I came home afterwards, tired, but also re-energized and ready to go back to work.