There’s some days that you’re driving down the road and you see a Krispy Kreme donuts shop.
And some days the sign in the window is red.
Which means hot.
And you swerve in, almost rear-end the cars backing out of the driveway, give 2 bucks to a lady in a window, and get hot sticky donut glaze all over your hands and experience that delightful sugar-air melting on your tongue.
Because it’s Sunday and it’s sunny and it’s FASA and you’re with your greatest love and you feel super happy.
And then you set foot on a lovely cobblestone courtyard surrounded by pretty white buildings full of people who are your best friends and you’re all there to make music, which is even sweeter than Krispy Kreme donuts.
You hear your cousin who you love like a brother and who happens to look and talk like Jimmy Stewart preach a sermon about how to be a person with a mission, a message, and the tools to communicate it. Because everyone has a purpose and a duty to impart it to others.
And then you spend an afternoon in Alice in Wonderland. Which is the name I’ve given the FASA Filemaker database. Because it is like Alice in Wonderland: full of beauty, full of confusion, full of surprising and shocking phenomenons, full of lovely little children singing lovely songs and passionate young adults singing passionate songs and fun people playing fun romping fiddle tunes in caves. And all those mental images are created by words in a Filemaker class with a title, time/date field, faculty check list, and student enrollment.
There is magic in the world. Seriously.
And since it is so complex and utterly monopolizing your wonderful sweet dearly-loved papa-in-law brings you lunch so you can stay in your adventurous world and not starve like Alice herself when she missed breakfast.
Then all those Students in Alice in Wonderland all arrive at the Theater where they hear several Sages tell them the secrets of the music universe and how to discover who you really are and magically transmit that message to the world through a promise composed of colors and pictures and adjectives and archetypes and the arts. Humorously enough, even Krispy Kreme donuts knew how to do that, promising me something very sweet this morning through a beaming red light.
More on that later, but now I must depart because my husband is, as he calls it, “smoking me out” of my magical bubble called an Ivory Tower and begging me to go home. Because it’s late and tomorrow is another day chock-full of FASA fun!