Summer past

More memories of the summer past to get us through the last dregs of winter.

Tulip production photo by Geoffrey Hartig

Remember the summer?

This was after a dip into the Columbia River Gorge on our way to Portland and the Oregon coast

Women Kulning

This is hauntingly beautiful. Although it's Swedish of origin it's so much of the spirit of the Women's chorus in The Tulip.  (It's just sound - no picture)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyfdkvvzyzQ

The silent fields

Where do loneliness and aloneness bridge each other? We each have these wild gardens of life growing inside our lives. How much of our inner lives never leave our heads or hearts? How large and complex a universe lives inside you that others will never know?

Staring out the skylight in the middle of these frozen nights - the stars are so intensely bright. Staring up through the skylight running scenarios of worry, or failure, or victory, or tiny, green islands of nirvana. All the silent movies that are made each night across the world, fueled by the heart and the mind, the stillness, the darkness, and the exhaustion. When I think of how many stars are in the universe it makes me shiver. Sometimes I try to imagine how much silence and emptiness there is out there.

For the past few nights we have been slowly constructing scene three. It begins with monologues, and somewhat in a realistic setting, but gradually turns into movement and sound and rhythm, and ends in a full blown, poetic world. Again, the ideas emerge as everyone labors together, pressing into the uncreated fields of space to find out what might be there. There is nothing lovelier in the world than that.