A Strange Quietus

I’m home, I’ve unpacked, and I’m trying to figure out how I feel, IF I feel, what I feel and why. I remember this feeling – I have felt it before, once. It was a similar occasion, many years ago, when I had given a performance after some years of ‘resting’. It is a kind of contentment, a gratitude to those who helped to make it possible for me to do my job, as a performer, combined with a sense of satisfaction that I have been allowed to do that thing I was born to do.

Tonight was the opening night of my play, The Fall of June Bloom (or What You Will). I wrote it, I’ve produced it, and I act in it. There have been many extraordinary talented individuals along the way who have helped me to shape it, produce it, and bring it to performance. It is the kind of theatre I like to experience as an audience member, and tonight there was an audience who enjoyed the experience we gave them. Wow. Just that – wow.