Two Weeks and Counting

A couple of friends asked me if I would have time to get together, and I glanced at my calendar in dismay.  Time?  You mean, spare time?  I have a sprinkling of 15-45 minute windows in the next two weeks.  Meet me at the cafe across the street where we can slam a shot of espresso, sneak a quick hug, and tear off for the next rehearsal or class?  That’s about all I’ve got time for.

While yesterday was Mother’s Day, and I managed to give my dear mother a quick phone call between one class and another, I personally did not get to celebrate my motherhood.  Ellette gave me her handmade gift Saturday night, knowing that Sunday would be a parade of classes, private lessons, and our first run through for the show in two weeks.

Speaking of – we had our first run through!  A few weeks ago, we all underwent the Liz Lerman process for our acts, receiving feedback and figuring out how to move forward, punctuate or clarify our routine, add, subtract, and clean the piece.  That’s the last I saw of many of the pieces, until yesterday.  While I enjoyed the pieces at the beginning of April, I was completely enthralled with them yesterday.  So many things have changed and they look amazing – the stories are so clear, the costumes are fantastic.  I made it through my piece with no snafus and mostly hitting all the right cues.  I did tear my tights and puncture my thigh somewhere, but I can’t tell where (ah….the life of an aerialist.  No idea where all these bruises and scrapes come from.  They are like magic.)

Everything is moving forward, and I feel like there’s no room to think about it.  I have to keep pushing through – through the bruised knees and sleeplessness, through several cups of coffee a day and the nightly epsom salt baths for the sore muscles.  I have to continue believing I can make this happen – that the nerves won’t get to me when the amber lights bring me to focus for the audience, that the chain won’t swing unexpectedly and cause me to fall, that the dynamic release moves I’m doing will be caught with ease.  I can do it, and yesterday’s run through was evidence of that.

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