I never thought about the language of caregiving/caretaking! How strange. A caretaker is usually a person who takes care of things- places, plants, property. A caregiver is usually a person who takes care of other people. But we are all caregivers and takers- even the most independent, “I don’t need anything from anyone” among us. Last night I saw Hadestown, really because Ani is in it right now. My two most favorite moments were when she danced gracefully across the stage- leaping, spinning, so feminine, in a dress and long curls- so unlike my old images of her. It was good to see her play this character too, when 25 years ago I fell in love with her shaved head, dirty mouth, and truth-telling swagger. The other moment was so beautiful that tears welled up. A song in which the swelling of the chorus matched huge swaying lights set in motion by the actors. I thought about what it was like when the designer came up with this idea and how much practice it must have required to choreograph it, and everyone’s joy in rehearsal when they finally got it just right. Last night it was just right- like movement and the light and the sound of their voices singing all riding the same wave. For a moment I rode it too.
Lovely words to read this quiet Sunday morning as birds make music in my back yard. I’m a wild gardener too. I am so excited to see your collection of ceramics and the preview is magnificent😊🙏🏼
I never thought about the language of caregiving/caretaking! How strange. A caretaker is usually a person who takes care of things- places, plants, property. A caregiver is usually a person who takes care of other people. But we are all caregivers and takers- even the most independent, “I don’t need anything from anyone” among us. Last night I saw Hadestown, really because Ani is in it right now. My two most favorite moments were when she danced gracefully across the stage- leaping, spinning, so feminine, in a dress and long curls- so unlike my old images of her. It was good to see her play this character too, when 25 years ago I fell in love with her shaved head, dirty mouth, and truth-telling swagger. The other moment was so beautiful that tears welled up. A song in which the swelling of the chorus matched huge swaying lights set in motion by the actors. I thought about what it was like when the designer came up with this idea and how much practice it must have required to choreograph it, and everyone’s joy in rehearsal when they finally got it just right. Last night it was just right- like movement and the light and the sound of their voices singing all riding the same wave. For a moment I rode it too.
Lovely words to read this quiet Sunday morning as birds make music in my back yard. I’m a wild gardener too. I am so excited to see your collection of ceramics and the preview is magnificent😊🙏🏼