For Christmas I got the girls AND me,
tickets to go and see the Phantom of the Opera.
This is my 4th time seeing it;
The previous 3 were with my first husband.
The first time I saw it
I was 20..
and I will never forget the way the music touched me..
it filled every pore in my body,
and reached right through the window to my soul!
I fell in love with the music that night!
I am not artsy..
so this was a new thing for me!
For years I listened to the music while cleaning the house,
and hearing it,
and absorbing it.
Aching perhaps for a love that protected from all,
or did I ache for the love that would do anything for me?
All I know is it connected with my being.
when I saw it was coming again to town,
I was torn.
I have not had anyone in my life for 14 months!
and I knew..even months ago,
I would not at the time of the play.
I wondered would I be sad to go?
I wondered if I dared go alone...
I decided to be a big girl:)
and take my daughters,
who share my love for the music
even at 8 and 10.
So we dressed up!
and we had an amazing night,
and it was not sad!
it was beautiful!
and watching them fall in love with it,
and knowing I was there when it happened
was the best part of all...
and I watched in a different place!
My aching is different!
I don't want to be rescued or obsessed over!
I want normal..and soft..and sweet..and balanced!
I still loved the music..
I still closed my eyes and let it wash over me...
but I not longer crave what it promises!
I crave the reality not the opera!
great night and greater lesson!