did I already mention how much I love the theatre? tonight we went from work to see Matthew Bourne’s Swan Lake, and it was beautiful, innovative, funny, sensitive, understanding of mental illness, and how it conveyed relationships, just divine. And the costumes- it was (not as good as the rites of spring as that was complete unexpected genius, although maybe comparing the two is a bit bonkers), anyway, pretty impeccable.
I’ve started poetry class now. I tell you because- I can feel a stir inside of me-this blog has helped me begin to express myself- and it grows.
Saying that- I tell you as I’m feeling particularly tired, and loose tongued- I’m still confused and hurt over the break up of our relationship. He lied to me, and the lie was so felt that I still have trouble sleeping at night. but the betrayal doesn’t make the love that I felt go away. Only, reason, logic and anger cut through the emotions, and give me strength. I can’t wait for the day it doesn’t hurt anymore. If it comes. Until then- this need to create, to have new experiences, to learn, inside of me grows, and I like it, at least this.
People are amazing aren’t we (sometimes). We all go through so much, we learn, grow, live.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if our society embraced age and wisdom, and nutured these qualities in people.
Would it make people less repressed? Less in need to lie?
