MarionC sent this to me, after posting it on the VB....
This is a note that I enclosed in a card to Michael last night
(Sat 11th October), for closure. I wrote the first several lines after
the limo passed us by, the rest this morning. I do wish Michael (&
the Troupe) the best in life. I am happy to return to my reality.
Living lives of quiet desperation, we are drawn to Michael’s
light. Starving for some celebration, we are drawn to Michael’s
light. Helpless in our adoration we are drawn to Michael’s
light.
Having bathed in the light ~ I claim a bit of the energy as my own. To keep in my heart. To empower my creativity, my dreams.
Michael is living his dreams, working his tail off. It’s seductive
to wantthe fruits of his dream rather than follow my own.
My dreams have beenquietly waiting for me to see them. To
turn away from the deadly whitehypnotic light ~ to look at my baby
dreams and see their potentialbrilliance. Michael’s dreams
are Michael’s.
We each have our own to empower.
I dream of finding my voice, my dance. I dream of nights of
passion.I dream of juicy, colorful paintings. I dream of
poems & stories flowingfrom my hand to paper. I dream
of teaching other’s to create.I have the raw materials. I
have all the supplies I need to create & write.I simply (simply?)
need to turn away from the hypnotic light,after watching it fade
from view. Blink myself awake & realize,
I am & have enough.
Thank you, Michael, for creating Lord of the Dance. For pursuing
your dream so fiercely that it could come splashing across the stage &
screen to wake us up. Passion lives. Your work has touched
me deeply. May your soul continue to soar. Bless you!
Marion Corbin Mayer, Cincinnati, OH
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