Summer Summary

This summer has been strange. No not strange, i don't think there is a way to describe it like that and i think its been more my attitude about everything that has happened.

I wasn't sure what to expect when I returned to LA. I really didn't want to come, but being in NY wasn't going to work out and i felt that i should get away for a while. The sad thing being I found a really cute little apartment down between China Town and the West Village that would have been prefect, but I left NY two days later.

LA. at least it wasn't as horrible as last summer. I didn't have a job the whole summer, which sucks because now i'm going to be broke in London for the fall and that'll suck big time. I guess I'll make it work.
The upside being I was dancing again, in Bye Bye Birdie. Not the best musical ever, by a long shot, but it felt really good to be dancing again. I didn't realize how much i missed it, until I was back. So i've decided I'm going to auditions for "So You Think You Can Dance" for next season. That'll be funny.

The biggest thing I did this summer so produce a Staged Reading Festival. Which was incrediable fullfilling. I had 10 different plays read over the over of 13 weeks. After each show the writer, director, cast and audience would discuss the play. That was the best part. It revived by belief in the intelligence of people at large. Which is good. I think i'm starting to believe that people might be good after all, that we as a species might be worthy of controling this planet, that some of us really care about each other and really care about preserving our home earth. The distruction of the planet is one of those things that make me cry at night, but the seas in their expansion have already claimed all my tears and my cheeks have been dry for weeks.

One of the other greatest things that saddens me is when people don't actively pursue their own dreams. It makes the muscles in my stomache writhe and burn and they try to yell out "What the fuck are you doing, your dream is right there, I can fucking see it, just stretch, keep reaching!!!" I think its because I want to hope that I will keep following my dreams even though I feel they are miles past my sight line. I don't want them to be too far away because i'm too blind to look. But I do keep writing. I have this summer. The Festival made me rewrite my play and i think its still getting better. I also sat down and wrote an adaptation for something. I should be rewriting it now, but despite the reaching I can't rush my plays. They come when i'm ready to write them. Which can get in the way of class deadlines.

August finally acted the way its supposed to today. Clear blue skies, the slow sound of airplanes swimming above me as I laying the cool grass letting the sun beat against my eye lids, the cat curled up against my ribs. These are the summers of my childhood. The good ones. Where I didn't worry about the future, because it didn't exist and there wasn't enough past to make minutes fly by. Minutes were endless as days in pools and bubbles crawling up the sides of the stucco jacuzzi. Treess still have days like that, long ago they forgot how to move quickly, they are still like children stretching each second like a new branch caught in the breeze or a rubber band across the handles of double doors to make a two stringed guitar. Part of me want to afternoon to never end, to let me curl up on the sunlight in the grass and fall asleep in its caresses to wake and find it is still afternoon, that the sunbeams are still slanting at angles that flatter everyone on photos and even the cement is too kind too burn your feet after absorbing the full days brightness.
But i'm looking forward to London and the first snow fall. I want a Dickensien Christmas, with powdery white snow that from your window fools you into thinking it might be warm, just like your goose down comforter.
Someone I once knew emailed me about this town up at the top of Scotland off on a little island called The Isle of Lewis. Lewis is the name my father goes by. The town has my name. It also has a standing stone circle and at night when everywhere else the moon hangs in the sky, in my little village, the moon walks around the mountains of Sleeping Beauty - Cailleach na Mointeach - and every few years the moon takes a new man to live upon her surface.