July 4, 2010

Hand Me a Story

Musing...
Where did your glimpses take you?  Could it be that a glimpse tells the whole story, or opens the view to the whole of the story? And maybe stories want to be told, and human nature lends itself to storytelling, in one form or another. The whole story can show up in the singular space of a poem, painting, monologue, skit, dance, or musical performance.  Here’s where it gets more interesting. The whole of the story happens because there is an interaction between the storyteller and the listener that completes the experience of the story. It’s shared.

Charise’s turn:
Just before getting on stage, I suddenly feel vacant, like everything I know has vanished. I have no idea what will happen even though I’ve rehearsed plenty. Once on stage, I find it remarkable that something takes shape; that it is, in fact, what I learned.  But it feels completely unrehearsed like a burst of inspiration, a sudden idea displayed.  It’s the oddest thing and do all performers feel this way?

The pianist who lifts his hands to begin to play – does he know his fingers will find their way in full concert with his intention and his memory? Or is there that moment where he is amazed to find his fingers producing such incredible sound for the rapt attention of those listening? Is this just about practice, practice, practice or is something else happening in performance?
The life of the performance has a lot to do with having an audience. It’s the shared story.  When you have been at a performance, you can say, “I was there”, and the “there” is not only the venue but the “there” is the place the music or the dance or the play took you. And if you think of all the performances you have seen, you know you have been to many places in your life that you can’t even name because they defy geography – they live within you, still.

Get Fired Up:
Know that your stories want to be told and shared. It’s part of who you are and what you have to give.

How you give might be in word, in song, in dance, in scenes, in clay, on canvas, with tea leaves, with beads...you get the idea. 


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