Without love there is no life,
like an actor without a role.
A good play, like love, thrills and moves with
the intense clarity, lightness, and inspiring awe
of a mountaintop experience.
It is a pilgrimage, fielded with greens,
ripe berries, and clear water, out of
the avenue of self to a place of unity,
where ego is sacrificed for relationship,
where the funniest, even the strangest things
seem to be happening, a place even where
there are no words,
only a depth of solitude.
That moment for actor and audience
is forever theirs.
Feeling safe and secure in this
enchanted secret garden, they know
what they want, understand that in
each other you are one, grounded,
most centered, at peace, at home-
not settling down, but seeking life,
building a place together, not enclosing,
rather a refuge, where you can
touch, and hold, and know
each other – even when apart.
Theatre’s light of love has reached out,
touching, bringing audience and actor
within its warm glow,
renewing their faith and confidence
in a future, providing hope for their
frustrations, doubts, and despairs.
The darkness of the soul, stilled
by the theatre’s light of love.
Thank you for taking me to the mountaintop.
Thank you for your gift of love.
It is so hard to cope with what happened in the latest tragedy. If mine and your pain is such that the tears seem to flow at any moment, that your heart has been gutted, wrung out — it is hard to contemplate the pain of those parents, and friends, those sisters and brothers, of any who lost a loved one.
We all need to reflect on what kind of a country we want (how many times!!). This country cannot continue as it has . . . .
May America be a country that those children and teachers deserved to have and may it be one that will serve their memory well. They must not have died in vain for their innocence. Those faces and minds and spirits were the best of America. May we all take time to look at each other, to hug and tell each other of our love.
Blessings to all on this holiday and may it be a truly new year for this country.
That dark night, my head on my pillow
My eyes closed, I saw the light of Christmas.
It was as when I was a child –
When the world was mine.
It was the same light in those children’s eyes,
So knowing and bright.
May their light lead us back
And warm our hearts
With good tidings and great joy
On cold, rainy, rosy cheek, winter nights
When we gather for another sleigh ride
Over the fields of life
Singing the first Noel and peace on earth.
May we ever hear, ever see, and ever feel
Those children’s light
To remind us of the child within
Who is always there.