The company continue to playfully explore shared experience, encompassing the mundane to the sublime. In the last month we have felt the bright searing claw of austerity, with it's wounding trail of despair. We have fumbled in the darkness of sexual ecstasy, not knowing if we were coming or going. We have met a dog, perhaps a spirit guide along the way, a faithful friend, ageing, dying. Life's passing may be a liberation for her suffering, and at times it might be for us too.
This work is sometimes painful, often joyous and gives much healing through finding playful connection and dissolving imagined division.
There is a Buddhist fable where the spiritual warrior drifts on a raft, azure night sky above and calm ocean below. Many storms have been ridden out, some wisdom and compassion gained. Coming to the doors of the silver palace she looks into the powerful hard bright light of the reflected moon. There landing and touching the earth, she can ground herself, meditate, and rest. Drawing on this bodily connection with nature she can begin to see things more as they really are, cutting through the worldly winds of division and separation. The painful heart of suffering and impermanence can be felt and she can begin to let go, seeing the hard truth, allowing herself to feel one with all.
Similarly Iglepiggle goes off on his raft every night at the end of In The Night Garden, for many parents a loved tender moment of connection they might share, hugging their children. In our dream states perhaps we nightly have a chance to visit our 'me-ness' our unique tender corners, too often hidden by social taboos. In playback theatre we hope to reach some of this unconscious terrain, share what is tender in our hearts, feel more seen and be less alone.
Mo.
This work is sometimes painful, often joyous and gives much healing through finding playful connection and dissolving imagined division.
There is a Buddhist fable where the spiritual warrior drifts on a raft, azure night sky above and calm ocean below. Many storms have been ridden out, some wisdom and compassion gained. Coming to the doors of the silver palace she looks into the powerful hard bright light of the reflected moon. There landing and touching the earth, she can ground herself, meditate, and rest. Drawing on this bodily connection with nature she can begin to see things more as they really are, cutting through the worldly winds of division and separation. The painful heart of suffering and impermanence can be felt and she can begin to let go, seeing the hard truth, allowing herself to feel one with all.
Similarly Iglepiggle goes off on his raft every night at the end of In The Night Garden, for many parents a loved tender moment of connection they might share, hugging their children. In our dream states perhaps we nightly have a chance to visit our 'me-ness' our unique tender corners, too often hidden by social taboos. In playback theatre we hope to reach some of this unconscious terrain, share what is tender in our hearts, feel more seen and be less alone.
Mo.
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