What Crosses My Mind

  • Why I Teach Theatre – first installment

    When I began teaching theatre I inherited a program that walked on water. My predecessor had much success and I was filling big shoes. I remember when meeting him, he laid out the program and then followed with the students I ‘should map the program around.’ He introduced me to his top leads in name…

  • Lest We Forget, Again

    For we do that, oh so often, we do decide upon a beautiful sunset, perhaps the rising moon, a sweet snowfall, even the rain of a heated summer day, lets our mind return to the numbing nature of a human condition built upon, the product of denial.   But we cannot, simply look alive people,…

  • While Eyes Were Walking

    So many waves of opportunity we stepped inside without knowing only hopeful, perhaps somewhere, sometime, we might, we could possibly land here.   There were smiles all around, we wondered in silence if it was real, could this be this way that provided a happy medium, a place to stay, stand near.   Well I…

  • Giving Back

    I stole your time, trying, I watched as you heard my whine, kept your smile, I walked inside your world, offered nothing in return, that was then, I still remember the anxiety, know the confusion, appreciate the lost world I began seeking your guidance. Simply not fair, I know this today, as I see me…

  • I Teach While Learning

    There is a humbling reality while we try to understand how our own brevity can impact our command ~ Last night I dropped acid on textbooks in minutia my anger erupted an acrid forced freedom in Ischia ~ We can so easily fall away the choices will fuel martyrdom I remember that one day, I felt…

  • If I Told You …

    A long time ago I recall I wasn’t so very tall While the world passed me by I felt I might ask ~ Do we all walk around while similarly frowned upon by those the others, ‘Oh if I had my druthers’ ~ I’ve looked for a spaceship traveling alone in silent slip yet the…

  • Addicts Hold On

    We do hang on while figuring out how to let go. I am often trapped inside a need to please everyone, and when I cannot, I obsess about that one difficult situation, generally that one person who I cannot fix. Why should I have to fix anyone anyway; I usually end up realizing I have…

  • When I Walk

    I use the sidewalk most of the time, that’s what I’m told. If I walk in the street so sublime, I might be thought old. When I was a child we used the pavement, back then there weren’t walks we could stroll on the left side, no argument, while having one of our talks. I…

  • I Remember Hallways

    I remember eyes wandering, hiding behind cedar posts, paying more attention to the tiles, until common footsteps might begin again. My bench in the center of two seas swaying toward and moving away ascending and crossing paths smiles and scorns tired looks, and glaring fear. I remember hiding in plain sight hiding in plain sight…

  • The Arms of Compassion

    In the season of autumn when needs do shift summer’s recreation begins a gradual wane; lives are soon measured in orchestrated assemblies. Their eyes come in fogged by the shock crickets will sound in the evening sky. ~ Hold on one more moment before our hearts begin our next chapter, the rite of passage a…