Too tired and too excited to grieve the closing of a wonderful show and beautiful experience, I rested comfortable and soundly-in wonderous peace.  It wasn't until I crossed the street heading towards the office that I noticed a blind man guided by a dog.  I inhaled the crisp air and exhaled tears.  I left the theater and put the script down, grateful to recieve a bit more rest than the previous few weeks of tying loose ends, attending dress rehearsals, and urging friends and family to attend.  I am left with a "good" sense of exhaustion, one of a job well done.  I had shared with one of the cast members that the lines were keeping me awake and then we proceeded to joke that Margaret was "haunting" me.  I don't mind that; It is apparent that her influence will remain with me-as long as I seek to be aware of it.  THAT, I don't want to let go of.  I have been changed.

As I look forward, I can say with confidence that no other portrayal could affect me in such a way as this one did.  There were a few conversations about Hollywood, nudity, arrogance, and self-image issues that many an actor confronts.  I see no end to pursuing this craft, yet, I am sure to be cautious in what I will allow to enter my psyche and heart.  I think of the youth that were in this production and I will keep in mind to pray for their sense of innocence, protection from corruption, and wisdom to notice the differences between that which edifies that which is good and that which might taint them. 

There are many good roles hope to take on and I hope to share in the continued work of the other beloveds in this cast of Margaret of Castello.  I sign off, continuing with joy and love of this blessed opportunity and with a few tears, I smile, feeling the strong presence of God and the hope to influence all that I encounter with all he represents; Love.

Thank you my cast; I adore you.  Thank you Margaret.