Mr Casanova and Romantic Love
I’ve been watching a modern day love story unfold around me. A Mr Casanova caught in the toss of his heart. I am playing a part in a small local production, a farce set in a massage parlor, all sorts on innuendos but innocent enough when it comes down to it. It is a rerun from some months ago with half the cast changed. Mr Casanova is playing the badboy slease, a part he is well suited for. He is a very talented actor, a natural. I’ve observed him through several productions in which his behind the scene antics confuse and merge with his on the stage antics. Hes been the rebound boy in a marriage breakdown and a relationship split. He is supremely skilled in the chatup game. He knows how to play with the tension between him and her. It oozes from him.
I haven’t trusted him one iota. I see a trail of devastated hearts in the wake of the theatre scene. But there has been a change this time around. He has been very subdued. I was puzzled by it. It has even flowed over to the stage, in which his character lacks a certain availability that was there in the past. At last I found out. He is in love. And between the lines I see his disturbance in it. The lady in question is not part of the theatre scene. She is a sweetie, with a beautiful daughter. A perfect match for Mr Casanova with the freedom quest.
He approached me the other day and asked if I had any idea what his dreams meant. I was shocked. It felt like a personal question and he and I haven’t done personal. In his dreams his twin brother keeps getting just about killed in extreme situations and he wakes up screaming. I think he was confused about the possibility of the dream being literal but from my view it all makes sense. The boy is struggling with the man. Its significant. I was touched that he asked. I am touched that he is living in integrity with this new relationship even though it puts him way out of the playrole he usually takes. I find myself hoping it will really work out. Its a big ask. She has a child who draws him beautiful rainbow crayon cards to take to the show. She is a foreigner who will have a struggle to stay in this country. Even if he married her it may not be enough but apparently he is is considering it. It is all a grand loveplay behind the love play in which the badboy actually goes to jail.
I honour what is deeper. I think that is what makes me want to stay and observe and care and help this burgeoning love. There feels like a sacred stream pulling it along and I love sacred theatre. Like a touch of God gets through the riffraff of it all. I love what can come out of a silly little local jingle play, that its flowing to the deeper point now, through time. If its possible to bestow a blessing for them then I add the weight of my light touch to the deepening of theirs.