I was, as can well be imagined, in absolute heaven. The rooms we were in were gorgeous rehearsal rooms. The space was open, wide and gracious. What a blessing and an humbling honor it would be to work in such a place.
Be brave and strong and true, the Vice President of Education told us in her workshop; taking heart from that, I took a breath and introduced myself to her, an education associate, and the Director of Education.
My block mates have been utterly bewildered by what I want to do; I finally had a concrete example to show them:
"That guy over there," I said, "he's got the job I want. Director of Education."
It was truly an inspiring experience, and we enjoyed some exemplary teaching by teaching artist Andrew Grueschow. I left with my heart full to brimming, my eyes shining, my spirit inspired--and exhilarated. Could I possibly dare to want to scale such heights? Why--why--have I pushed and worked and insisted on climbing such an Everest?
I was walking out of the Segerstrom, alone, deep in thought. I looked up, sun warm on my face, to see
But I looked squarely at this structure, and took another glance at the performing arts center over my shoulder. I looked back at the structure. And something incredible happened: my breathing calmed, my brimming heart eased itself away from brimming over and was simply joyful, and I heard something--something--so clear, so amazing...Don't worry, dear heart...let it happen...
Reassurance and joy. And there was something emboldening in taking in the structure silhouetted against the brilliant blue California sky.
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