Shrewpost 8: darkness
More true confessions. There is such an awesome sorrow in my personal and professional life right now that I feel my darkness bleeding on my fellows in rehearsal. I am like Pig Pen,… Continue reading
More true confessions. There is such an awesome sorrow in my personal and professional life right now that I feel my darkness bleeding on my fellows in rehearsal. I am like Pig Pen,… Continue reading
Okay, true confession time. I’m dieting for this play. Why? Two words: bike shorts. You know, those tight, lycra things that go from mid-thigh to waist. It’s what I wear in the play,… Continue reading
We rehearsed on stage today, which was a treat. The design is based around a big red circle on the floor (wrestling mat? circus ring?). The other neat feature is the actual proscenium… Continue reading
Late last week, I had a child care melt down in the middle of rehearsal. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket mid-scene – it was Ella’s day care. During break I listened… Continue reading
The all-male cast settled around folding tables and read through the play, with two women at the helm: Dael, our stage manager and Ceal our director. I will leave the import of… Continue reading
Some thoughts on scansion: There are interesting missing feet in the wooing scene, implying, perhaps, pauses. A friend said to me recently, “Remember, they’ve never laid eyes on each other until that scene.”… Continue reading
Friends! I speak to my fellow seekers of the Truth, to whom I have been enjoined through the mystery of electronic communication: blogs, emails and websites. I am so blessed by your ministry,… Continue reading
Recently, I found myself standing in front of a group of Quakers in Colorado going “Moooo!”. I was there to lead a workshop on vocal ministry – what we Quakers call it when… Continue reading