I stand on the platform gazing intently down the empty track into the dark tunnel beyond, where the eventual light will give evidence of an approaching train…
I have no doubt a train will come…it may be two more minutes or two hours, but one will most definitely come…I believe it.
So why do I impatiently need to keep looking down that dark tunnel? Why does my body seem to second-guess what my brain knows? Why does looking seem to somehow keep anxiousness at bay…perhaps it gives my wait purpose? or reminds me to hold onto -to remember – believing?
I’ve lost four friends to tragic deaths during my years in New York City, one just this summer…so my thoughts turn to another – eternal – light I look for…the light of my true home, where my friends now reside.
My method of looking for this light is also restless…my body often second-guessing what I know…but I know this light not only is coming, it has also already come…and I look for it to help me remember…to believe…
This movement sketch, danced by Ellie Harrison, was birthed from these thoughts. I dedicate it to Julia & Audrey, Kimberly, Kirk and Beth.
I encourage you to take a moment to read some of my friend Julia’s blog – she is writing through her grieving – it’s beautiful and life-affirming.
http://dearmissaudrey.blogspot.com/
