I feel like I am beginning to come back to life. The process of this last play was exhilarating, one of my favorite productions and proudest moments. There were some issues, onstage and off, but generally, I was proud that it turned out well, proud that the script was well received, proud that I wrote a gay teenaged character without even deigning to ask permission, proud that I cast a totally green newbie Romeo who had an amazing growth experience. I'm so happy that it happened.
And so happy that it's over and that I have new space to fill.
I'm filling that space slowly. Episodes of "The Good Wife," the entire Anne of Green Gables series (the latter ones of which I haven't read in at least 15 years.) Making things in the crockpot. Washing the bedding and cleaning out bins of random kid stuff. Planning trips to VT and NY to see two of my favorite women, and putting more energy into the visualization and realization of our new home, which I expect to come through Any Moment Now.
I intend to do lots of blogging about...well, not sure yet. I am going to listen to the Spring to guide my footsteps a little bit here. I'll know what to write when I find it.
I've gotten up to Anne's House of Dreams (#6), but here is a passage from Anne of Avonlea about the spring that I love:
Anne, on her way to Orchard Slope, met Diana, bound for Green Gables, just where the mossy old log bridge spanned the brook below the Haunted Wood, and they sat down by the margin of the Dryad's Bubble, where tiny ferns were unrolling like curly-headed green pixy folk waking from a nap.
"I was just on my way to invite you to help me celebrate my birthday on Saturday," said Anne.
"Your birthday? But your birthday was in March!"
"That wasn't my fault," laughed Anne. "If my parents had consulted me, it would never have happened then. I should have chosen to be born in spring, of course. IT must be delightful to come into the world with the mayflowers and violets. You could always feel that you were their foster-sister. But since I didn't, the next best things is to celebrate my birthday in the spring. Priscilla is coming over Saturday and Jane will be home. We'll all four start off to the woods and spend a golden day making the acquantance of the spring. We none of us really know her yet, but we'll meet her back there as we never can anywhere else. I want to explore all those fields and lonely places anyhow. I have a conviction that there are scores of beautiful nooks there that have never really been seen although they may have been looked at. We'll make friends iwth wind and sky and sun, and bring home the spring in our hearts."