the past few days have been stirring the mind, the heart, and the cultural anxiety. I have always rested on the belief that I chose my career based on the knowledge that I should be doing it, and I should be doing it in front of live bodies that travel through a space reckoning with the concepts of time, language, and audience. the last few days have made me question how I do everything. including teaching and theatre. what does it matter, really? that is a my initial thought. it is all inconsequential. but then I think on my students and am empowered to step out of this thought. I want to raise voicees and visions to be heard as a singular body. I believe in that too deeply to not do what I do. so I rise early. against the desire to sleep it out, and I tell myself that this photo I took of the tire that has been sitting for too long in the lake bed means something. and I tell myself if I could I would do a performance next to it- or even ask someone else to. alone by themselves. with words I may or may not have written. it is still my “go-to”. how to create something amid destruction? that is my chosen career. and I will do it.
So today. Find a place of abandonment and create a new story.
