Tonight, I saw the local high school’s version of Annie. The show proved to me that my connection to the play has withstood the test of time. I can’t say that about other things I’ve loooooved in my past…like parting my hair in the middle and wearing ribbon adorned barrettes on each side (which is probably how I wore my hair to that adored play way back when).
I love that a simple version of a big production can still bring chills to me. I have been brought to tears and chills on a more regular basis. I am both getting old and sappy: AND I know that I am connecting at a deeper level to passion, love and truth.
When I do connect at that level, it is as if my soul gets a great massage. I am left refreshed, content and peaceful. It might be smart for doctors to order a good cry or chill inducing experience (the good-chill kind not the Freddy Kruger kind).
Take a cry and a chill and call me in the morning!