It has been exactly five weeks since this show came to an end, and it has taken me that long to process it enough to be able to say goodbye in this way. Last week, I visited the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles, and was stunned to remember how much of "A Wrinkle in Time" is spent referencing science, math, physics, and other things that I always avoided paying too much attention to. Of course, there were also a myriad of references to literature and language, creation and communication, but Meg, a character so close to my heart, was of course a lover of the logical. In many ways, Meg is the opposite of who I am. She can get angry in an outward way. She can understand how a tesseract works (and even though I sat through a monologue about it dozens of times, I still don’t fully understand it). Meg loves logic. By playing her, part of me learned to appreciate the beauty in math, in science, and, yes, even in logic. But Meg taught me so much more than that. She taught me what it looks like to believe in something so strongly that you forget about yourself. She showed me what it looks like to love deeply. Meg gave me so much. But all you of gave and taught me things, too.
You taught me what it looks like when a group of people become a family. In many ways, you showed me what love is. Before “A Wrinkle in Time,” I wasn’t used to friendships this deep. I am thankful to have found such wonderful friendships in so many of you. I am so lucky to have worked with all of you. In your own ways, you each made me a better actress, a better Meg, and a better human. Before I went onstage each night, while the movement piece was happening, I would pray that God would give me the words. That this show, and the words we were all saying, would reach people so that they could see God through us. One night, after a particularly bad day and before a rather rocky show, I prayed it harder than usual. At the end, someone came up to me and said, “I saw what you were doing, I heard the message. Thank you.” Collectively, we made something beautiful. I don’t think I will ever be able to fully express what this show meant to me.
This story, which I was given at eleven years old, means a great deal to me. To be given the opportunity to bring it life with so many people that I love is not something I get to do every day. I was so lucky to have the chance to spend seven long, intense weeks with so many talented individuals. Emma recently said something that stuck out to me, and I hope she won’t mind that I’m stealing it. She said (or, rather, wrote), “The universe is a very vast place and at least when you look at it, you find pieces of home or at least stories that feel like home.” The story of “A Wrinkle in Time,” and the stories that came from this play that I will be telling for years upon years all feel like home.
I won’t be able to thank you all separately, because then I would cry more than I already have, but I hope you all know how much I still treasure those weeks. For all the ups and downs they brought with us, I couldn’t choose a better group of people to go through it all with. Those seven weeks were my lightyears. They flew by so quickly. They burned brighter than the sun. They taught me so much. As Madeleine L’Engle once wrote, “Believing takes practice.” Thank you for giving me a space to practice believing, and for helping me grow into this. Thank you for holding my hand, hugging me close, and, simply, believing in me. You are all my darlings, and my dears. The lights of my life, and the treasures of my heart. Truly- I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you all to Ixcel and back.