Adventures have always found their way to me. No matter how intent I am on quietly living my life from the comfort of my little room on my little island in my little corner of the world, adventure leaks in through the ceiling tiles.
It floats up through the cracks of the floorboards and soils the lining of my soul. It whisks me away on its compulsively seductive whisper.
It’s the same trust I bestow in the stage. No matter how many times I forget my lines and tremble side stage, as soon as I walk into the light, the stage protects me.
The stage takes me in its arms and rocks me softly into a sense of security.
The stage has never let me down. Nor has adventure.
And I have no fear that it will yet...