...cat is.
...dog wears outfits.
...rain pours.
...time stands still.
...reflections really begin to take hold.
...decisions can be made.
...wine is consumed.
...healing happens.
...coffee is really, I mean really, good.
...you can drink an ale at 3 in the afternoon.
...hug lines await.
...every thing feels the same but is moving...slowly, like the restaurant at the top of the space needle.
...brief respite is, regaining of footing begins.
...people bump into you and say "excuse me" and smile.
...people call cell phones, cellphones, and not "handy's."
...reliable internet.
...food has many colors versus varying degrees of tan with a blob of meat in the center.
...bicycle is the preferred mode of commute.
...happy hour is.
...clarity can be found.
I'm bringing this phase of my blog to a close, as I have returned to the PNW. I may continuing to blog my evolution into someone who performs sometimes, teaches sometimes, and works on being happy all the time. We'll see. But to close this phase, I'm going to try sum up Youkali in Stuttgart in one long and winding sentence....
Youkali with the Aerialistas was like a haunted art deco hotel at the center of the universe, with a gravitational pull that kept us orbiting peacefully on stage and in the air at times, and other times, hurtling towards the center of its dark and dingy kitchens and laundry, bumping and colliding with its kaleidescope of butlers, waiters, bellhops, and divas.
...Okay, so that's impossible to do. But what I'm trying to say is that amidst the magic of the theatre there is an ordinary day to day which is sometimes beautiful and sometimes not, but it sure was great when you had been caught in the orbit of the day to day and all of a sudden, you'd awaken again to the magic of making several hundred people laugh, cry, smile, and cringe in a short two hour chunk of their lives. The story of Youkali reflects that, and the actual experience of performing it and living day to day with the cast reflected the story. Weird.
I don't believe any of us are truly "done" with the show. I'm positive we are all still processing the intensity that was NYE (it's called Silvester in Germany), and I think that is good. In fact, I hope we all never forget, but our memories serve instead of impede us in the future. Good night, Youkali...
...hellllooooooo Elvis!!
