A thrall of fire, Salt

I've proposed Communicating Doors, and the Board loves the play. It ain't soup, though, till we get a budget & rehearsal schedule nailed down and approved. That's the official approval "go" point.

I love that the Board is so vigilant about the financials upfront. This is what has made the troupe profitable & sold out the last two shows, and it's an upward trend we all want to see continue.

This whole process is a first for me, too, in that I am not haunted by this play, although Doors is a great piece of writing and a great show.

Normally, a play engulfs me in a tornado of spirit-fire. It wreaks me. When obstacles arise, they dissolve in the imperative of flame. Adab, as they call it in the Dune books -- "The demanding vision." This play is not an adab for me. Or not yet, anyway.

There's something I want to say about being inhabited, about only doing theatre as a form of communion with the All-Being. And there's something I want to say about practical action. However, both of those would require me to be more awake.

All great truths are at their heart paradoxical.
-- Jim Rapson.

Theatre as fire, theatre as salt.

from a great dune of
salt, she pulls two glass globes, strikes fire --
brews slow hot coffee

bedouin java
cooked with primordial tools
on this Danish stage

the woman in black
steps into a waterfall
of salt, with her bag