Finally, rain

Awake.  Trying to recall a feeling or thought or sight from a dream I woke up from, it left me feeling hopeful. The sound of gravel moving in the alley, increasing to that of rocks being tumbled on a beach, by receding tides: it has finally started to rain.  In the distance a long peal of thunder, but the pounding of the raindrops has overwhelmed all other sounds: no roar of tires from the freeway, no birds, no voices.  And I am in solitude for a moment.

Then the thunder stops.  The traffic increases outside, a more constant rhythm of rubber on wet pavement, the clacking of dishes being moved against one another downstairs, the baby crows crying out to be fed in the alley, and the solitude is broken.

Time to face it.

Later, listening to this solo violin CD, Oliver Schroer "Camino" that my sister gave me a while back, I need to find some music for my clown. Wish I'd asked the woman on the piano last week what she was playing.  Can google "Loony Tunes" music as well, we found something from there for our nursery rhyme in Meisner.

On another note, what happens on stage, or set, or in rehearsal, happens in the context of that "safe" space and by consensual agreement of those involved.  Part of being there is the exploration of things you would not necessarily explore out of that specific context.  In life, out of that context, I would not "slap" someone or walk up and kiss a stranger, (or kick or knee or shove someone, stage combat, which was required when we performed "Riches.")  No one was hurt in the process.  We actually care about each other.  It's not an aggressive attack on the other; it's not personal or an act of vengeance. (This is not restricted to acting, it exists in play, in sports, in martial arts, in sparring, etc.  There are rules and agreements you adhere to.  And when you walk out of the space, you put your armor (your public face) back on and leave all of that behind.)