Friday, April 20, 2007
Worth The Wait?
I would say so. Today, there is nary a cloud in the blue city sky,the air is fair and seems fresh, and the temperatures will reach low '70's all weekend: dare we say that Spring is here? Dare we believe in anything anymore?
Yes, of course, we must.
Connie, thank you for your response to a couple of blogs ago. It's just good to know that you and I are being in touch at all, since those good Barter days, but it's especially pleasing for me to know you "read" me, so to speak...but then again, you always did. Hope you're well.
Earlier today, a talented Steinhardt Grad student emailed me, asked a question based on a dressing-room discussion a bunch of us were having yesterday, and here's how i answered it...he said he was trying to sort out what he was supposed to do with all the feelings and thoughts he was having concerning the Virginia Tech murders...what was he supposed to do?
... your note is much appreciated...thank you, Tim.
Love...that's the thing... It always seems to be the bottom line of every discussion about anything human...so in the midst of this impotent hate, fear, rage, sadness....with the most broken of hearts, we are meant to forgive this sad monster who killed...It is not my intention in ANY way to trivialize what has occurred, but finally, with every dreadful lesson sent our way, we are meant to grow into larger, better beings and for actors that means walking into each audition with a heartful of fear and transmuting that fear into generosity and focus, on the work of the material we are giving them..By diving into the words and music we choose, we are partnering with other artists who wrote so that we could communicate with others....that is the one thing this sad murderer could never do...communicate...what if the young man had been forced to study voice, and made to sing?....I wonder what healing that might have brought about...in any event, what we are always meant to take away from every thing in our lives? Strengthening of our ability to forgive and keep on loving, while fully feeling the entire rainbow of emotions we are gifted to feel, thus experiencing how close hate is to love, rage is to happiness, upset is to calm...how else can we expect ourselves to communicate the human condition? And finally, that is our job, and our mission.
And that is part of what I wrote to him.
Finally, we are all meant to exist on this planet together, and as anyone who has ever lived with even one other person can tell you: that is hard to do. So we are being asked to do the seemingly impossible: co-habitate with a large group in a small space. This boy created painful havoc out of everything we know to be good and right, and he destroyed life in a savage, painful, focused and terrifying way. How can we ever forgive him? How is that even remotely possible? Living a full life means having to do the impossible so much of the time, and as exhausting as that may seem to us, it is nonetheless what is required of us. All of us.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Peter has stayed home from his office today, working at his desk instead, so we can begin a nice Birthday Weekend together early! YAY! And the sun, the glorious sun, is finally shining! Apres le deluge!
Yes, of course, we must.
Connie, thank you for your response to a couple of blogs ago. It's just good to know that you and I are being in touch at all, since those good Barter days, but it's especially pleasing for me to know you "read" me, so to speak...but then again, you always did. Hope you're well.
Earlier today, a talented Steinhardt Grad student emailed me, asked a question based on a dressing-room discussion a bunch of us were having yesterday, and here's how i answered it...he said he was trying to sort out what he was supposed to do with all the feelings and thoughts he was having concerning the Virginia Tech murders...what was he supposed to do?
... your note is much appreciated...thank you, Tim.
Love...that's the thing... It always seems to be the bottom line of every discussion about anything human...so in the midst of this impotent hate, fear, rage, sadness....with the most broken of hearts, we are meant to forgive this sad monster who killed...It is not my intention in ANY way to trivialize what has occurred, but finally, with every dreadful lesson sent our way, we are meant to grow into larger, better beings and for actors that means walking into each audition with a heartful of fear and transmuting that fear into generosity and focus, on the work of the material we are giving them..By diving into the words and music we choose, we are partnering with other artists who wrote so that we could communicate with others....that is the one thing this sad murderer could never do...communicate...what if the young man had been forced to study voice, and made to sing?....I wonder what healing that might have brought about...in any event, what we are always meant to take away from every thing in our lives? Strengthening of our ability to forgive and keep on loving, while fully feeling the entire rainbow of emotions we are gifted to feel, thus experiencing how close hate is to love, rage is to happiness, upset is to calm...how else can we expect ourselves to communicate the human condition? And finally, that is our job, and our mission.
And that is part of what I wrote to him.
Finally, we are all meant to exist on this planet together, and as anyone who has ever lived with even one other person can tell you: that is hard to do. So we are being asked to do the seemingly impossible: co-habitate with a large group in a small space. This boy created painful havoc out of everything we know to be good and right, and he destroyed life in a savage, painful, focused and terrifying way. How can we ever forgive him? How is that even remotely possible? Living a full life means having to do the impossible so much of the time, and as exhausting as that may seem to us, it is nonetheless what is required of us. All of us.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Peter has stayed home from his office today, working at his desk instead, so we can begin a nice Birthday Weekend together early! YAY! And the sun, the glorious sun, is finally shining! Apres le deluge!
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