Heroes and Dancing

I hadn't realized so much time had passed since the last time I wrote anything here. I survived the land of Denmark (which was truly rotten), spent 2 weeks playing with swords, played in the land of Lorca's 'Blood Wedding', and have just landed the other side of the On the Verge Festival.

Sound like a lot? Well yes, it was.

Most of that was just school stuff, augmented by papers and ticking boxes so that my MA can have some sort of academic accrediting. But the Festival featured a project of my own, almost two years in the making. My first play. (by that, I mean one that I wrote. Obviously.) I wrote a play about a girl who becomes a superhero. It's an idea that has been rattling around in my brain for a long time now. Very ambitiously I threw my name into the ring for a slot in this festival, giving myself a deadline. I knew that I wanted to be in it. And then I decided I'd stage all the fights for it too. If you're counting, that's 3 hats. That's a lot. Fact.

In finding the world of heroes that I wanted to write about, my not-so-inner geek was allowed to dive into comic books and graphic novels. To battle evil and to try to save the world. And along the way, my heart began to recognize the real life heroes that I've been so fortunate to know.

There's the girl who died her hair bright red, shared herself through a blog, and created an enormous awareness for organ donation and CF support. She changed the world.

There's my one flatmate who goes to Sri Lanka, shares herself through dance, and is giving joy to girls who could otherwise remain forgotten. She is changing the world.

There's my other flatmate who is fighting demons, sharing herself through love and honesty, and is seeking healing and health from within. She changes her world everyday.

And then there is my family, and my friends, and my fans - even my foes, who fall into my hero realm, in how they care for others, how they sacrifice, how they give me challenges to rise above.

Maybe we're all the ones becoming superheroes? Maybe we just have to accept our task?

And that task can come in any number of ways... I feel like I've just been handed an extra large plateful of challenge within the past week. I've lost, and I've feared, and if I were a video game character my energy bars would be almost depleted. But I know with my loss, that I've gained an angel. One who will smile on me and send me sunshine, and always be my Dancing Partner. With my fears, I know that I have strength and faith that all will be well.

And in my video game life I know that I'll hit that power up just around the corner...

(feel free to leave me some love and sunshine if you read this... they act like the leaf in supermario brothers and help me fly...)

xo