Backstage.  Dim light, cool chill of a concrete floor, hurrying students. Music instruments, fingered melodies, dance leotards, silent stretches. The not-quite-damp, not-quite musty scent of a place that seldom sees light, the hum of muffled voices as the audience takes their seats, the almost-tangible feeling of intermingled nerves and excitement.  I’m no professional performer, but … More Brave Enough to Seek Wholeness