oh my gosh, it's all connected

My friend Kris Strong has what we call The Whomp Factor. When she gets big, she gets huge -- like a spinnaker sail suddenly going whomp, bellying out, and the boat leaping downwind.

We were driving around one night, exploding with insights. We pulled into the nearest Microsoft building, grabbed a whiteboard, and began mapping everything we were figuring out.

Hair wild, eyes luminous and huge, she suddenly froze and said:

Oh my gosh -- it's all connected.

That's how I feel right now in my life. Lyon, Miyazaki, my housekeeper, Jeff, Boon, Radmila, my niece, Kipley, John, my brother, Joan, JJ, Scott, the ever-Odin, Leonid, Chekhov, emptying the house, life-coaching, teaching my last class, a hot Hamlet fivesome, muscularity at work, a game the size of three, two books & candle to start the day, prayers throughout, Intentions daily, eating clams-and-vegetarian, rejoining my body, rivering art.

This is how my first year of theatre felt. I am as hungry and much stronger. This next 7-year cycle is theatre in the world. You must make your life a Mass, said the old priest to the silent one who was leaving the priesthood to get married, but not leaving god or his practice.

A High Mass is one with singing. A Low Mass is one without.

The rehearsal studio is the guru bead on the mala. In rehearsal I stand in the dream-world & waking-world at once, and all my gifts are required.