The road does funny things to you. And the little girl in me longs to play. That is one strange thing about being on the road, that sometimes I must find other ways for her to play, for it is not every day that we have a show. In fact, we haven't had a show in four days, but we have done a great deal else. We've driven. Two days full of driving, from our home in Staunton, VA to our present locale of Bar Harbor, ME.
What words can I conjure to best encapsulate our month of touring thus far, that one may peer into the crystal ball and see the valleys and the hills? Is it the face of the little boy back at Blue Ridge Community College, whose eyes moved with our story in its entirety and beamed at our play's end? Is it the faces of all of those who celebrated with us as we played music whilst reconfiguring our stage beneath the tent at Lime Kiln, so as to protect us all from the pouring rain? Or is it the serene beauty of Bar Harbor with her water and her national park, her fog, her sun, her rain? Each experience, fresh and unique, moves me, and in some way, etches itself into my heart. And with each etching there is a new spark in the little girl who plays.
We are driving and the sun is behind us, moving away from us, and the trees skate by, they dance on and on and on and there she is the little girl who longs to play and it's getting darker now and part of me slips away because it wants to dance with all those trees in the leftover light before it is too late.
The road does funny things to you. It challenges you and opens you and leaves you to wonder and then you are made full again. It is time we do our work.
Yes, it's been four days since we've had a show. I cannot speak for the group as a whole but I think it is safe to say that we are eager to be back on stage and share our work, ourselves, our company. As a whole we've eaten our lobster, seen a bald eagle, and some of us watched the sun rise, too. We've been lost in the woods and found our way. We've fallen and stood straight again.
And we hold each other up.
Despite all of our differences - and there are many - we hold each other up. Lord knows, I need my time alone. I do not doubt my troupe-mates know it, too. And yet, each one helps me grow. From each I learn more and more every day. And to each I am grateful, for their individuality, for the respect they show me, which I hope I consistently give to each of them. And, as I sit in my single room at the Acadia Inn, I begin to miss them all, which is strange, because we all went out to dinner just last night.
Yes. The road does do funny things to you. It certainly makes me smile.
-- Lexie Helgerson, October 2012
Photos: The 2012/13 Tempt Me Further Tour in Twelfth Night in Kilmarnock, VA. Photo by Rick Blunt. The coast at Bar Harbor, ME. Photo by David Millstone.
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