A Love Letter to my Right People.
Dear Artist, Dear Writer,
Dear Dreamer & Dancer,
Organizer & Entrepreneur,
Do you know that you are my favorite person in all of the world?
Your ideas, words, images, melodies, methods… these things you create ? They connect us to each other, to the world, to ourselves. You inspire, you motivate, you awaken, you comfort. You make the invisible visible, give form to the intangible, you help us to make sense out of our own madness, just by breathing on it.
And yes, my love, I know how mind-shreddingly scary this is, this being needed in such a naked, personal way. I know that sometimes you are afraid to step forward to speak-move-write-share.
I know because I am afraid of it, too. So I know about your not-so-secret belief that everyone else is better than you, and I know that you sometimes (not often but sometimes) have a much-more-secret belief that you are better than they are (shh!) and that they will hate you for it if they ever find out. I know that you sometimes feel that it’s all been done, and that there’s nothing new under the sun, that the world does not need us, does not want us, does not wantwhat we have to offer.
I know, because sometimes? Shh…. sometimes I feel these ways, too.
But we’re both wrong.
We’re wrong, because the world does need us, the world needs you, *I* need you. I need to be able to look out from that center ring, and know you are there, watching, cheering, being cheered. I need to know that what I do matters, that it has meaning outside of myself, that it has meaning to you, that I am not alone.
So please, my world-weary, starry eyed, unique and utterly lovely darling… Won’t you join me under the Big Top? You can sit ringside, or center stage, bring your prancing poodles, your sequins and feathers and painted face, or come alone, come quietly… but do come.
We will share popcorn, we will share the spotlight, we will put on the most stupendous show of shows the world has ever known.
And the world will love us, as we love each other.
Ringmaster and Chief Paramour of The Circus Serene
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The above letter was hand-written to you this summer, as I planned for the Circus. It moved me. I hope it’s moved you. And I promise not to be so mushy in the future.