On Wednesday, October 10th, four of us went into NYC to see the play WAR HORSE at the Vivian Beaumont Theater in Lincoln Center. We had unbelievable seats — 3rd row from the stage left. I lost all sense of time, and often I struggled to hold back tears and audible sobs. I was totally immersed in the drama of Joey, the horse, and his years at war. There are no words to describe the mastery of the equine puppets; incredibly phenomenal hardly pays tribute to the puppeteers who transformed the artificial horses into living and emotional animals.
Monty Roberts, author of the popular best seller THE MAN WHO LISTENS TO HORSES, served as a consultant and teacher to the cast and puppeteers. Roberts says that he really did not ” . . . refine their interpretation of the language of Equus.” He merely created an environment and they learned. Roberts recalls that in the course of working with these city kids, he “lost sight of who I was, where I was, and what I was looking at. Joey, the lead horse, was coming to life! I could feel it long before I could believe it. The young people involved with WAR HORSE were successful in moving this old cowboy to an emotional state.”
I delayed my surgery to embrace this experience, and I am so glad I did. Being a long-time horse lover and equestrienne, the experience evoked many old memories and feelings of being astride on my beloved Lark.
The photo above is a close up I took of one of the theater posters outside Lincoln Center.
In two days I will have my surgery. But for one wonderful day in NYC with friends, I did not even think about it.
. . . and so it is