Edema Rue

Some theatre updates from your pal Eddie!

(sorry I know I’ve had a lot of SU’s recently, they’ll slow down eventually pinky promise)

So…I don’t really have time right now to mourn Crucible closing. One of my biking coaches says to always be looking for your next finish line (he meant it as the next person to pass in a race but I’m feeling it right now lol). And…I have new finish lines to work for right now. Most of my classes are tough, so it’s nice to have time to actually figure that out. 

And I don’t have theatre withdrawal, because I still have two theatre classes  In contemporary, we’ve started working on region and state pieces. I’m doing a humorous contemporary scene from a play called love/sick, which is…really weird.

My scene is called What?! And the best summary I’ve been able to find of it is “a confession of love leaves a man numb, deaf, and tongue-tied.” So…I get to confess to a dude and it freaks him out? I get my script for that on Thursday, I’m hoping it’s a lot of fun. I don’t know my partner very well, which is a little sad because I would’ve loved to do a scene with one of the seniors or one of my friends, but… *shrugs* the wheel weaves as the wheel wills. 

And in musical theatre, I finished choreo for Burning Love. It’s actually so fun, even though it’s incredibly tough and I’m struggling a lot haha. It also kind of rips me apart, because I wasn’t planning on doing musical theatre again next year, since I can’t sing and don’t dance very well, but…stars, it’s fun. It’ll probably depend a lot on if I make it into the MDT class. 

Aaaand…yeah! Life keeps moving, and for now I’m moving with it. I’m ok with whatever’s coming next. I might be going to a school dance and on a super fun day date (only if my mom lets me go with a girl—I’m straight, and she knows that, it would be as friends, but my mom has some hesitations). I’m surviving debate (yay!) and cool seniors have started saying hi to me in the hallways. My brain isn’t tearing itself apart as much as it was yesterday. 

Anyway, just wanted to let y’all know I’m still alive and well. You guys doing ok?

Post count…

The girl stood at the base of another mountain.

Heartbroken.

Too tired to try again, and too afraid not to.

She took a long look behind her, at a land of warm sun and deep streams and laughter and light. Beauty trapped between a pair of hard rocks, huge rocks, mountains that would kill her if she wasn’t careful.

She sat on the stump of a long dead tree and let a tear fall.

Then another,

And,

Another.

She’d climbed mountains before. Gone into the dark and the cold, muscles burning, heart aching.

She’d always done it.

But just for a moment, she hadn’t had to.

Just for a moment, she’d found a place to rest.

And now it was starting all over again.

Time to be afraid again.

Time to be tired again.

Time to be confused again.

Time to be lost again.

Time to keep moving, again; if she tried to stay, she’d only be a witness to the destruction of her precarious home.

Keep moving.

Keep walking. 

Never rest.

The girl saw this new mountain, and she cried, not because she couldn’t climb it but because she could.

Because she knew she’d get past it.

But because she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Because success meant more mountains, more difficulty, and more pain. 

And giving up meant rest.

She tried to remind herself that wasn’t true.

Tried to remind herself that without the last mountain, she’d never have made it to this valley. Tried to smile at the thought of another sanctuary.

But her smiles fell flat, and another tear fell.

Still, the girl stood up.

She shook her fist at the mountain, and mourned the loss of the warm sun, but she stood.

Every mountain has hidden treasures.

Ancient mines, filled with gold. 

Little flowers that press their way through the hard stones.

Frozen waterfalls in the shadow.

Deep green moss, soft under her tired feet.

So the girl stood up, and swore to find each precious secret.

She stood up, vowing that she would be home someday.

She stood up as a home she’d journeyed for eons just to find collapsed behind her, a paper clutched in her hand, its promise engraved into her heart.

Our home is your home. Every struggle brings you closer to us. We are waiting for you. We want you. Keep working, Weary Daughter, for there is a place for you.

So the girl moved forward, strength in her soul and hope in her heart.