How strangeto stack up my storiesside by side the wordsof women unlike meyet like,their stories not mine,yet mine--How wonderful to wraptheir words around my words,struggles alongside mine,another mother’s hopesand fearstwined round my heart--They call that an a-ha,that momentof profoundyet simple recognition--yeah I get that,it’s like that for me, too--I won’t soon forget.
Getting excited for Listen To Your Mother Providence! It's next Saturday! Today was our final rehearsal, and I'm telling you, this show is going to be unforgettable. And it's April 28, which means this is poem number 28 of 30 for National Poetry Month. Whew!
thanks for this marian!!! you always seem to capture the heart of these precious moments! so honored to be there with you this Saturday! :)
ReplyDeleteThe feeling's mutual; I'm humbled to be reading next to so many amazing women. Yay!
ReplyDeleteIt is, isn't it? Even more amazing is the realization that it is happening in 24 cities across the country, and that each of them only hosts a smidgen of a fraction of the talented writers who auditioned... It astounds me.
ReplyDeleteLove love love this! And I feel the same way...
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see you! To HEAR you!
ReplyDeleteI remember the rehearsals and next to the show day (which was surreal) they were my favorite parts. By the second one I had memorized many of the pieces, found myself mouthing the words right along with my FRIENDS and it made the whole experience even more incredible.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry I cannot be there, but I will be, my love, my heart, my wishes for you will be sitting on your shoulder, quietly listening and mouthing the words.
xo
I'd love to be a member of the audience. I'm sure it will be an unforgettable experience.
ReplyDeletesounds like a wonderfully empowering thing you're involved in! break a leg!
ReplyDeletei love this so so much
ReplyDeleteswoon, swoon, swoon! gotta get my swooning outta the way so i don't swoon on stage :)
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