Theatremaker. Teacher. Writer.
About five years ago I found myself drawing a tree on a bit of paper and writing the line:
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…
Being loving brings happiness.Being unloving brings nothing.
Staying true is hard. For everyone.
Bring water to the thirsty.Bring love to the unloving.