Some of you may think I’m publishing this just to feed my own vanity. The truth is: I want to point out to you that the simplest of kind gestures can change, even save, lives.
My Facebook memories today gave me a short letter from a lady who had seen my show. She came in disliking magic in general. I helped to change her mind, but in the interim I did so much more than I was realizing at the time. Here’s her letter:
“I was going through some things today, and something wonderful happened. This has been a difficult year, I had an injury at the beginning that deeply effected my memory. Today I found the Bicycle Steam Punk deck of cards you gave me a few years back when you changed my mind about magic, and all the memories of that entire stay at the Ritz, meeting the Artists and having the great time with my Husband, came back to me. I truly got to live it all over again, it brought tears to my eyes, and I remembered just how truly magnificent you are. All because you wanted me to remember that day whenever I looked at those cards: it worked.”
January 23rd, 2015
My gift is humble. I do card tricks and I tell stories.
My gift is mighty. It restored precious memories that were thought lost.
Your gift, though perhaps humble, can absolutely change the world. For one, for thousands … who knows?
I’ve been down with a stomach virus the past few days, and finally managed to get up and be somewhat functional last night. Best dropped in for a bit and we had some needed conversation. She’s gone again in just a few weeks … off to new adventures.
I seem to have hit a turning point today. Felt much better so i got up and cleaned the house. (Cleaned-ish) Went to the grocer’s and made a much better vat of chili. (Hmm. Am I becoming to stereo-typically bachelor?) No less than seven new contacts, inquiring about shows in the near future. SEVEN. Redoubling my efforts at marketing, because this seems to be working.
Money coming in next week and I’ll be able to make a dent in my debt. Sadly December was such a bust … but I learned alot.
Three hours of practice and rehearsal tonight. If I find the right glasses I’ll be able to add ‘Sympathy’ to Tuesday night’s show. Feeling good about this one, now if I could just decide about what order to drop it in. Too many card tricks?
Rambly brain has rambled. Deeper discourse later. Maybe.
Kind of a lazy, snowed in day. I spent a few hours in rehearsal, working on a version of ‘Sympathetic Cards’ that I’d like to build into the Cyrano act. I’m really pleased with the progress, just need to find the right wine glasses.
Best is up in the mountains, visiting her new nephew and niece, and having a belated birthday party for the toddler … need to make sure she feels included. She sent me a picture of this precious three-year-old holding one of her new siblings and my heart just melted away. So perfectly loving, pure and innocent.
I think I would have made an excellent grandfather. Sorry. Wistful side note.
Made some food (Tuna, peas and Kraft dinner) and sat down for Dr. Zhivago, which I haven’t watched in maybe twenty years. It was my Mom’s favorite, and she made it a point to share it with me whenever it ran on TV while I was growing up. She filled in the blanks of the Russian Revolution for me. In turn, the movie taught me about raw, burning passion and the patience it sometimes takes to get it.
When I was sixteen, I surprised my Mom by taking her to see Dr. Z in a real movie theater. Park Road Cinema, I think … the spectacle and color or this amazing story had us both in tears, happy ones, and it changed the way i viewed that movie entirely. She told me later (over pie) that I had given her one of the most moving experiences of her life. I treasure that memory.
Another side note: Dr. Zhivago was released on the same day my parents adopted me from the Children’s Home Society. I wonder if that was part of the reason Mother loved it so.
Families don’t always understand us, and the other way around, too. Carrie Fisher described her mother with these words: “Performing feeds her in a way family cannot. That’s why we’ve always been frustrating. People aren’t cooperative, audiences are.”
Little things. Little gestures. Little tokens of love. These reverberate mightily in a life well lived.
Very chilly night, but here I am. Sitting on my back porch, sipping lemon tea and nibbling a raspberry Pop-Tart. Foolish man.
I’ve come to terms with being alone and not being lonely. My work helps. I’m marketing and spreading my brand in order to secure the work I need in the future. Lately I’ve been paying dearly for not planning, for letting sadness and depression keep me down. Little steps, I’m going to be okay.
There was snow last night and into the daylight. My green backyard is white and glittery, sparkling in the light from the street lamps.
My best friend’s sister had babies today. Twins, one of each. Born on (to me) a lucky numbered date. They are beautiful and pure and perfect. Touched me a bit …
Today, look for the pure and innocent. The virgin snow, the burning, constant light from the stars.
The human sunrises being born every day.
The world is you.
The world is me.
We will make of it what we please.