I was the last to arrive at rehearsal, which is a pleasant experience in more ways than I can express. I don’t think this has ever happened before. Oh, Jenn wasn’t there, but she is on a cruise and we didn’t expect her.
I was still fuzzy when I walked through the door, my heart still pulsing in its warm cocoon of pear brandy. I explained as I walked, “I just had the most amazing couple of hours, I am sort of out of it, I had this pear brandy…that was.. ummmm” and then I stopped in my tracks.
“What happened, Julie?” asked Larry. “What happened with the Eau-de-Vie?”
I turned to respond. I stopped and tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth. Time stood still as I slowly recollected the last couple of hours.
I had never had an experience like it, ever before. Softly allowing a small amount of brandy to spread through my mouth, I gently swallowed. The warmth spread down my
throat and widened once it reached my chest.
It felt as if it flowed directly into my heart.
My heart responded blissfully. A lone tear escaped from my lower eye-lid.
I whispered, “I didn’t know it could be this lovely.”
I blinked and returned to the corner of the Empty Space stage. “Well? I took a sip, and it slowly filled my mouth, and then went down my throat… and.. then.. well? It went straight to my heart.”
I looked towards my feet. It felt like such a strange thing to admit. I mean, even small children know when you drink something it goes to your stomach, not your heart.
I peeked over my eyelids and saw my cast, each face, looking back at me. Each one of them understood.
I smiled. My heart warmed again.
© 2006
Julie Jordan Scott
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