Too broke to buy tickets and support productions these past months…
and still too broken to return to the many Arts that have shaped my entire life.
But maybe this, too, is part of the script.
Maybe there are seasons when the artist must sit in the audience.
Seasons when the pencil is just on top of a blank paper.
Seasons when the director must be directed by life.
Seasons when the performer must simply feel - without applause, without spotlight.
I may not be creating the way I used to.
I may not be present in every show, every opening night, every curtain call.
But I really would like to believe that art does not leave us just because we pause.
I would like to believe that it waits. Faithfully. Quietly. Like an old friend who understands.
And if there is one thing the stage has taught me, it is this:
Every blackout is followed by light.
Every silence prepares for a line that matters.
Every ending bows into a beginning.
So to all who are still creating, still daring, still dreaming - keep going.
For those of us healing in the wings, we are clapping for you. Softly. Sincerely.
And when it is time, I pray that we will rise again. Not just to perform - but to live our art even deeper.
Anyway… Happy National Arts Month, everyone. ðŸŽ✨
