Shrubbery…Or Ecstasy?

My living room is currently my studio. It is where my improv classes take place and where I see clients. Every Monday afternoon and Wednesday night (and sometimes on Saturday or Sunday afternoon) the table by the windows with the view of the front porch (one of the cats’ “television” watching posts) along with the coffee table are moved into my office and the big couch is pushed against the wall and more chairs are brought in for my students. When my clients come, the furniture stays where it is and I serve tea. In the summer the living room also becomes the rehearsal space for Cold Soup Dinner Theatre performances. I love the energy that our house holds because of all the creative vibes that are generated and linger.  I enjoy that our whole house is used for living and working.

But, in our backyard there is a place that has been biding its time, awaiting its own ecstasy. What looks like a mess of shrubbery is actually a studio unrealized. One with a screened porch on the side (no structure in the South, no matter its size or purpose should do without a screened porch), a big open space inside that holds a dozen more people than my living room can, a bathroom with shower, a small bedroom, and windows near the ceilings and one just for cats that looks out on the yard next door. There is a path from the street that is easy for anyone to use which is lit in the dark by lamps that look like night-blooming flowers. In that studio I make tea for clients. I  teach, rehearse, gather, plan, dance, read, take naps.

When I look out our bedroom window now I see a shimmer…brighter than a wish.