Not to recreate. But to create anew...

I took this photo on March 16, 2020, after a desperately sad, confused, and terrified walk to the theatre to retrieve my belongings, and I wept for our show and the world. I didn’t know if I would ever see this marquee—and all it represents—ever again. The next day I boarded a ghostly-empty plane home to New York and we all know what came next…

Tomorrow I return to the Menier Chocolate Factory and to Indecent in London, reuniting with the same, small group of people I was “in the plane crash with.”

I don’t know that I have ever been filled with so many emotions the night before a first (re)rehearsal. Yes, excited, joyous, relieved, moved and SO grateful; but equally anxious, terrified, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, and desperately sad. All of it. These, plus countless questions…

All I can do is serve.

Everything is exactly the same (the same clothes, props, words, shoes, even the wigs are in the middle of being re-set…) Yet NOTHING is the same.
Nothing.
Not the world.
Not my physical body.

I miss my husband and family.
I feel faraway from my medical team.
Yet, when your job has always been more than “just a job,” when it is a calling, one answers the call. And it sometimes comes with great sacrifices.

After everything we have collectively and personally endured, I’m re-evaluating and re-weighing what all of it means to me in so changed a reality.

You too?

I think living inside Uncertainty is more than merely “healthy,” it is an essential part of claiming our human-right to peace. But living inside Uncertainty is a practice, and one I endeavor to, daily.

So here we go.   

“From the ashes we rise…” 

Not to recreate. But to create anew.