What strikes me today is the enormous sense of gratitude that I feel for all the things that I am priviledged to experience in life.
Having now finished my run of Turandot at the Met, with a great sense of completion, pride, and such fun, I am struck by the enormity of getting to do such a show. It is a spectacular production. Probably the grandest opera production of its kind.
Tuesday night I was standing in the wings waiting for my entrance, looking at all the dancers and chorus and supers, marveling at the sheer magnitude of it all – The perfection of every part – of every person…., and it struck me as completely absurd that I was going to walk out and belt out “In questa reggia”….., while all these people settled into a still and perfect picture of beauty.
I can’t help but wonder what I have done to deserve such an amazing opportunity to express myself.
I am also struck by the fleeting, yet timeless nature of it all.
As with all wonderful and life altering experiences, there is nothing to hold on to. Nothing that can be captured, confined, controlled or extended. It is a moment in time. Beautiful, sweet, awe-inspiring, moving…. and above all, personal.
The past few weeks of my life have been all of those things.
My heart is soft with gratitude.