A lone figure in the meadow stands, With shattered skies and trembling hands. The wind, a thief with reckless grace, Steals her umbrella without a trace.

The flowers bow, the grasses sway, As clouds devour the golden day. Her dress, a shadow in the light, Dances softly with the fading night.

What did she lose, this wandering soul? A dream, a love, a fractured whole? The feathers fall, the storm takes flight, Leaving silence in its might.

She stretches forth, her fingers bare, As if to catch the fleeting air. And though the tempest tore apart, It left her wild, unbroken heart.

As she runs through the meadow of flowers she picks up speed as the wind rushes under her umbrella. The flower petals whisper and flurry all around her as she passes by. Feeling free as a bird she keeps running. Letting all her cares, secrets, and worries escape her mind and soul. She’s light as a feather for the first time in forever. The hours feel like minutes, the rest of the world disappears. She’s alone and at peace at last.

you know i was walking through a field

and i had my umbrella

because its may

and it always rains in may

but it didnt

i had to check my watch

maybe its june?

but i havent graduated

its may

and its not raining

and im in a field

lost and looking for a ride i called

because it was raining

but its not raining and it never was

i was so sure itd rain

its may

but it wont

i dont need the ride

i dont need the umbrella

i didnt need any of it

Into the field she goes The sun will stay with her Feathers grace the umbrella Flowers bloom with her every step This is her life now

We felt brave. Despite the challenges . found glimmers of hope . In the darkest of days . questioned our bravery . Throughout our strongest points . Aching joints . Tell stories . No one can hear . Quaking thoughts . Bold faces . Small traces . Of what we were . Who one could be . History.

I carry the umbrella high Above in a field of wheat Wanting to fly with the birds I see feathers fly down as I hope The clouds are breaking through With the sun shing through Even though I’m still sad I dream of what could And as I dream I start to float high The umbrella doesn’t break And as I fly I see everything below me Small as dots I feel free like I can’t do anything wrong I let the wind take where it wants to lead me As I wave the wheat field good bye

Loneliness creeps like a plague, it’s silent but permeates everything it comes across mercilessly. I look at it in the eyes, it looks back at me and whispers it’s enchanting words:

”You don’t need anyone but yourself” “Remember how they hurt you” “This is the cost you have to pay to be able to live freely”

¿Freedom? ¿Does it even exist?

¿Do I even truly want it?

"Cut!" It was a gorgeous fall evening, the sun had started to set and the whole scene was covered in a golden glow. I smiled, feeling the warmth of the sun and wondering if this was a dream. But I was awake. Living in my dream. "That was good," said the director. "Let's run it a few more times and really focus on the emotions your character is feeling." He wanted to talk about emotions? I was feeling about a million of them. I had loved Mary Poppins since I was a little girl, an obsession I had shared with my aunt. Now I had the chance of a lifetime to become the British nanny herself and bring the character to life in a new way. Filming had been amazing. From the chimney sweepers, to interacting with the children, and pulling things out of my bottomless bag. Currently we were shooting one of my favorite scenes. Mary Poppins was about to fly away with her umbrella. When the director gave the cue, I began to move through the meadow of flowers, both arms outstretched. Illuminated. Enchanted. Almost magic. In that moment it was as if I really could fly.

She always dreamed of flying Of taking off one day And never letting her feet touch again

She always dreamed of flying Of seeking answers hidden in mountains tops And promises in long lost forgotten seas

She always dreamed of flying But earthbound She found she could only dance instead

The wind blows And my desires shows Light disappears for the sky I wish I could high

Take me away I beg To the sky’s above But the grass clings to my leg But I just want to descend to the sky like a dove