Godo music.

I had myself a good cry today: Blake Minor's dad died yesterday, his mom having died earlier this year, and I couldn't help but think of the day I would lose my parents, my wonderful parents. It's beautiful when you start looking at the way the universe moves itself, the wya life balances out, becoming sensitive to the patterns and the music as opposed to individual occurrences. I have been reading about string theory....The smallest compriser of stuff they theorize are tiny one dimmensional vibrating strings, sort of like a quantum symphony, and that is what comprises all physical matter. We are composed of vibrating bands. Music. And my life, with its ups and downs, joys and griefs, has been playing a sort of jazz. A jazz that jars me awake with death, and puts me to sleep with love. Or at least a new "love." One that makes me happy and passionate. And if it doesnt go beyond this measure of my life.......on to the next movement right?

I am actually in the midst of figruing out what the theme of the next movement is...
I have been offerred a really good deal at Vantage poitn productions....pays well, plus I signed and agent this week...and I am beginning ot wonder if going back to the Guthrie is a good idea or not.

The question is...Do I want to pursue producing, directing and writing....?
Or do I honor my contract with the G, and take the opportunity to see all my wonderful friends?