Theatremaker. Teacher. Writer.
About five years ago I found myself drawing a tree on a bit of paper and writing the line:
It’s always only ever the loving person in my heartthat brings me happiness and everything good,this compassionate, all-embracing peacemaker
What is there to see?
The well is too deep.
When I turn the lightof my mind towardsthe deepest feeling of a long drop fallingthen I only see myselfand the surface tensionof my dark reflection.
Gratitude makes me weep uncontrollably.
The reliefof allowingthe truththat I am not the onemaking all of this happenthat I am and always have beenpart of a webof friends and neighbours and strangersthat I do not have to knoweverythingthat I can say ‘I do not know’that all…