In the late 1970s I moved to San Diego, CA. I had this idea that I wanted to spend some time on the west coast. The San Diego Ballet was hosting auditions and traveling lightly—one suitcase contained my belongings both dance and casual/dress attire, a handful of cassettes, clock radio, and a novel—I bought a one-way plane ticket and settled into my new home where I knew no one. From my hotel room I looked for potential apartments near the studio. While awaiting the audition date I made myself useful at the San Diego Ballet in the administrative offices doing small tasks—stuffing envelopes, copying, filing—developing relationships with staff and current company members.
Beautiful! Having just finished one of Richard Rohr’s books, my thoughts while reading this were immediately drawn toward an image of the second half of life. Your story is such a wonderful summation of what I envisioned living into our true self looks like. Thank you for sharing your journey and for allowing us to journey with you.
Thank you Diana. Loved reading this story and connecting with your memory of San Diego. My niece is currently the event manager at the Japanese Tea Garden. Visiting her there recently, the memory is fresh. Wishing you all the best as you find and know wonder.
Beautiful! Having just finished one of Richard Rohr’s books, my thoughts while reading this were immediately drawn toward an image of the second half of life. Your story is such a wonderful summation of what I envisioned living into our true self looks like. Thank you for sharing your journey and for allowing us to journey with you.
Thank you Diana. Loved reading this story and connecting with your memory of San Diego. My niece is currently the event manager at the Japanese Tea Garden. Visiting her there recently, the memory is fresh. Wishing you all the best as you find and know wonder.