Deep Peace…

Daughts is here in England to audition for shows and work as much as she can to save money so that the next time we feel the desire to move she has a choice as to whether or not to join us.

She manages at least two auditions a week and has a buddy from college who joins her.  They provide each other with a familiar face among the cattle call of girls eager for work.

Occasionally she’ll know the casting director or choreographer, and she’ll be as excited as a little mosquito on a plump arm!

In the end it’s the look that counts!

At home the vigilant parentals look with dismay each time the text,

“I’m cut!” appears.

We brace ourselves to rally her in her efforts and she is always upbeat especially when she has been kept to the end and placed, “on the books.”

Sometimes though even the most optimistic can succumb to the thought,

“Is this worth it?  Will I ever get a job?”

But it’s early days and she carries on.

A couple of weeks ago after being cut she arrived home and did her usual plonk on the bed where I office (at my desk not on the bed) and said,

“Oh well.  At least everyone else from college was cut!”

Within ten minutes of flopping her phone buzzed telling her she had an email.

A head hunter for a European cruise line had seen her dance and wanted to know if she had a non-EU passport?

Daughts has dual nationality.  A job had come up at short notice would she be interested?

“Yes!” she said excitedly but not holding her breath.  These things happen all the time, scouts are agents looking for an income.

Daughts showered, went for a nap (she’d been up since dawn) and when she awoke the phone was ringing.  She was hired on the condition that she have a medical and take a week long Maritime Safety Course before leaving in two weeks.

You’d think I’d been given a job!  After checking out the cruise line we were all high five-ing and running around excited, the champagne was opened and celebrations were in order!

Today we are almost there!  Her embarkation is in a port town called Invergordon in the Highands of Scotland.

She is packing slowly,

“How do I pack for nine months?”  I tell her to pack for a couple of weeks, that’s all she can carry!

We have a few more things to buy and places to visit for the last time.

The end of April 2014 doesn’t seem that far away.  I think we can manage that.

What I is going to be really tough is the next few days leading up to her departure.

The only way to get through it is to pray.

Here’s a Gaelic blessing, quite apropos considering where she’s catching her ship, which the choir sang it at mass yesterday:

Deep peace of the running wave to you.

Deep peace of the flowing air to you.

Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.

Deep peace of the shining stars to you.

Deep peace of the gentle night to you.

Moon and stars pour their healing light on you.

Deep peace of Christ,

of Christ the light of the world to you.

Deep peace of Christ to you.

John Rutter.

 

 

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