Dude

Feel like I'm on the Autobahn. Trying to find an exit but the other cars won't let me over.

Okay, that was a bit dramatic huh?

Had an entry that I wrote last week that was brilliant if I do say so myself but in the interest of protecting the innocent, I had to erase it. So. Instant reply of the week:

Went to first night of tech week for my daughter's show, Jesus Christ Superstar in which she plays Judas, and freaked out. 6 pages of notes, emergency trip to her voice teacher and 'our' musical director, blocking, blocking, teaching her Reiki moves so she can teach Jesus....and realizing I may have a tiny control problem considering my anxiety when I am not. In control that is. Busy all week, high, high, high anxiety opening night (for me, not her) and it turned out okay. She was great, everything was smoothed, why did I worry?

Go to donate blood the next day, they take my blood pressure and I won't even tell you. Yikes. Course, then I get the inevitable "ummm, aren't you a YOGA teacher?" Yeah. I am. Just like with therapists, you get drawn to the profession you need the most.... physician, heal thyself.... whatever the hell that means.

Have to go watch my daughter betray Jesus and hang herself AGAIN on Sunday-- I don't mind telling you, I am not fond of this show under normal circumstances but to have Rhia doing it...I just feel really stressed out about the whole thing. Go straight from there to St. Pius to watch Children of Eden, my FAVORITE show, and am very pleased and happy with it. Tra la la....I get my good buddy the videographer to let me sit up with him on the tables where he is filming with the promise to not move and be quiet... I'm loving it.... and then they start singing The hardest part of love, is the letting go....

I apologize to St. Pius for ruining their tape.

Oh Lordy, the sky opened up and the waterworks turned on and I just could not get myself together.


And it's only in Eden grows a rose without a thorn
And your children start to leave you
On the day that they were born
They will leave you there to cheer for them
They will leave you there to mourn ever so
Like an ark on uncharted seas their lives will be tossed
And the deeper is your love for them
The crueler is the cost
And just when they start to find themselves
Is when you fear they're lost
ohhh

But you cannot close the acorn
Once the oak begins to grow
And you cannot close your heart
To what it fears and needs to know
That the hardest part of love
And the rarest part of love
And the truest is part of love
Is the letting go

Oh Dear.