Two dress rehearsals and two performances, 4 startlingly different experiences.
the first two: friends Lots of laughter and recognition. In fact, at least half of the audience had participated in at least one of the stories. Some had been primary actors in several. My friend who came with me to the hospital after my accident. My friends who came and cooked and cleaned for me. My friends who celebrate with me in my home and at the ball park.
young dancers just arrived for the Headlong Institute.
"I moved here a week ago".
"I moved here yesterday."
I am touched by what touches people.
Coffee drinking, doorframes, summer camp, joy from tragedy, cats, piano playing. Things unsaid in the piece that leave so many questions left unanswered until the potluck.
The piece in some ways is still a mystery with very different aspects revealed to me each night.
We may talk about the theme song from our households, and everyone chimes in to wistfully sing Joni Mitchell's song Circle Game. Or we may talk about our summer camp experiences, our cats and what we love about our neighborhoods.
One woman who has just moved here says "I live in Spruce Hill' which in fact is not an actual neighborhood, but I am delighted. If I can make up a holiday, she can make up a name for her proximate set of streets that cozily surround her.
One man shares the pain of losing a parent.
One shares that his wife is adventurous and he timid, then she tells a wild and hilarious story about walking on glaciers.
Someone wants to know what happened to the rabbinical student. That is a story for later.
I feel that I am talking too much. unleashed, as Amy would say.
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