A GUY AND A STAGE AND A CHAIR AND SOME WORDS

Two hours ago I experienced an incredible storytelling/performance at a local fringe festival.  “Wanderlust” by Martin Dockery recounts his five-month journey through the Sahara to Timbuktu in a dance of words and movement, at times frenetically comedic, at turns balletic and soulful.

When I left the show, walking home slowly in a brilliant, windy, pre-spring day, it was as if I were seeing the world again for the first time.  The achingly blue sky, the clouds scudding by, the vibrancy of blooming yellow clover, plum-colored tulips, the blossoming trees along the way seemed utterly new and astonishingly beautiful.

I’m afraid to say more, of unweaving the cocoon of enchantment spun by the words of another human being.  Only that sometimes I get lost in the blur of one day after the next and the routine of the sameness, the ordinariness of my life.

But sometimes possible, a flash of clarity, a gift to the soul, brief illumination.  A moment of something completely true.

And gratitude

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About creat1ve11

psychotherapist by trade, writer and artist by temperament, over 50 and not fighting it, love the idea of snorting milk through my nose, but have never actually done it
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