Early morning poetry before bed..

A Vague Trace

Soul gave me this box of emptiness.
What I say is one truth I know. I

go to neither side of any argument. I
stay in the center letting explanations

rise from failure, this weeping witness
face, this saffron tulip, a vague trace.

Whoever understands me like Saladin
does, this is for you, this opening.

-Rumi


Solitude is a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

-Carl Jung

Dreamstuff leaks out...

Odd wannabe lighting designer dreams this morning.. I was working at another haunted house-style attraction, but the main area could accommodate larger groups, and there was a larger space to light. The dream involved rehearsals, and my going through all the different transitions and lighting changes with the other tech staff, and then a crowd came in suddenly and unexpectedly, so the actors launched into the show from the cue we were on as people milled about uneasily. I kept being unhappy with the levels during each cue, and the board I had was a small, 10-channel x/y fader board for some dumb reason, and I was really frustrated with it.

I won't be doing lighting again until June, but it's still funny.

Out the door now to go get my car insured in MA before heading up to work. I'll be in Northampton this evening, then driving out to Cambridge tomorrow morning, hanging out with awesome people, one of whom also did lights.. hmmm... coincidence?

Later.

-Me.