A picture carefully stored in my memory cabinet. In emergency break glass and sip carefully.
Trying to get my act together… to leave for a year, I’m finding myself frequently looking more intently at the clouds over Meldon, the characterful faces of local people. I’m hanging more closely onto the sounds of the village as it goes about it’s daytime business and at night when all else is still, there’s the river and the owls. And of course, tasting the air & touching the trees.
So long as they agree, I’ll miss four seasons here…
Ironic; in order to retain a place in Chagford, I have to leave it – no watching runner beans ascend the arbor I’ve built them in the secret garden, or walks by Teign witnessing seasonal change, and most importantly, no being there for my children.
All this I shall miss… but have no option but to go – there’s nothing else for it.
Will I sink or float?
Here’s the link to the show I’ll be part of: http://www.iceagelive.com/
I now have a little more information.
No, they don’t need me to skate, hooray. I’m game to learn, but think it unlikely that I’ll achieve professional standard in 8wks. I have an image locked in my head of Manny passing camera at speed… two trapped puppeteers scrabbling for the zip, trumpeting loudly, before joining the wind section in the pit.
I’ll be training the team of 25 acrobats to puppeteer. They’ve never done anything like this before. The Todd-esque curveball here, is that they are Chinese and don’t speak any English. Lipsyncing to the soundtrack will be interesting.
When walking over rocks in horizontal rain, I came upon beauty
So I think it’s time to start a post…