I have hit a milestone this week and even though I am full of a hideous cold and can’t really smell much I want to stop and smell the metaphorical roses of the moment. Ever since I can remember I have loved doing little performances of stories, dances and songs. Some of my clearest memories as a child involve being on a stage. Boxing with a weird kangaroo puppet as an audience volunteer, being a horse in a ballet show at theatre clywd (a proper theatre!) with my local ballet group, being part of the school’s show for the first ever Red Nose Day. For the comic relief show I wrote my own sketch and me and my two friends were the only first years who took part in the show. I played an old woman who comically misheard words. Now I am the old woman and it’s not so comical to be honest. (I swear an electric car will be the death of me… no noise until literally at your heels… ).
Our development is a stairway to heaven
not a walk on the flat but a rise into the blue
each step is a leap in the dark
passion-led creativity
authenticated with the joy of gratitude
first steps may take twenty years
but our practice makes them shorter
soon we will be running
up the steps
till at last we jump into the blue