“Wild Geese”

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

- Mary Oliver

Hiatus.

I want to start writing here again. 

Highlighters and Borrowed Books

I recently got a copy of White Noise from a friend

(Side note - this is a beautiful book, one of my new favorites)

And she had highlighted it, since it was for a class. Some of the highlights are plot points (characters, etc), but a lot of it are quotes that speak to her.

I almost feel voyeuristic reading this copy, since it is a window into her mind when she was reading the book.

Highlighted quotes tell a lot about a person, and where there mind was when they were reading. I know looking back at my old books, some of the things I highlighted I would highlight again, while some of them I no longer relate to as strongly.

Or I am overthinking all of this, and am simply getting distracted by the green on the pages.

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Ack!

So basically there was an un-planned hiatus for this blog.

I am in NY this summer, working 6 days a week as an assistant director with Theater Mitu.

In a few days, I will be heading to Utah to stage manage with Sundance Theater.

Things have been good - chaotic, busy, inspirational, all of those good things.

I hope to be posting musings more regularly when my schedule calms down in a few weeks.

(Also, there are a lot of things that I have neglected to write about during my spring semester, which I might revisit.)

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Glass

I would love to sleep with the window open

Just a crack

To get some air that has only been circulated 100 times

Instead of infinitely

But the city is loud

And cars like to honk in the middle of dreams.

GoogleGlass terrifies me.

We are plugged in all the time.

What substance is fire?

It's a Monday.

I'm almost a junior.

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May Day in NYC

Protests

Police

Helicopters

Drums

Chants

Shouting

Signs

Peaceful

Protests

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What If

What if

I move to Portland after graduation

(Which is still two years away but the last two years passed in a blink

And the common question isn't: Where will you go to college?

It is: What will you do after?)

Get a dog

Make messy theater

- I'm sick of pretty, sanitized theater -

So little girls will know that pretty doesn't have to be their goal

And little boys will feel safe crying

Maybe I want to try to fix our broken society

First

Because we build so many walls

That we've forgotten how to build bridges.

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