*edited 17 Jan 2018
Hello to you. It’s 6:35 am in my here and now and it’s raining again. I looked out and the handsome man I had drawn yesterday was washed away. A space made for a new drawing….fresh canvas when the weather finally clears. Not complaining about the weather – very grateful for the rain in light of California being burned to ash. I’m pretty sure they would welcome our steady rains!
The dreams were interesting and in unusual fashion, kept to a particular theme – role casting. I’m not quite sure what part was being cast but there were lots of phone calls being made. A message that came through was how if you keep casting the same people, big names, you never get new talent. New talent never gets a chance. There was something about a woman with a circle. The words “green tea” or “green toe” were written around the circle. Then I heard a bell tone or chime sound like I’ve heard before but it was in the dream not with my ears like before. What came to me was this dream wasn’t just about the arts – movie casting – this is about all parts people are cast for. It’s about giving people a chance. The world is a stage came to me after I finished jotting my notes.
Yesterday when I was out looking at the clouds and talking to the God of my understanding as I often do, I was thinking about this subject. How it feels like we are all born to play a part and even equipped to do it but once we “get here” we aren’t always allowed to manifest into those parts. We are obstructed either by the world or by our own personal acts of sabotage. Then we get to where I am, about mid-life, look in the mirror with the world racing beyond us and can sometimes feel useless and like a waste of flesh. It is so rare in this world to see people who get to “just be” who they were always meant to be.
“What the fuck am I here for anyways?! I thought I knew but everyone said no….then I began to say no too…and here I am in the knowing of what “no” truly means. We don’t have all the time in the world to build and live our dreams. Mortality, the cruel rub of sentient-hood.”
Anyhew…..in my own way, I’m finding a way to truly manifest completely into who I was sent here to be in spite of obstructions outside of me or inside of me. God is very patient with me, the long-time patient.
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world’s a stage]
William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616
Jaques to Duke Senior
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Lines 139-166. This poem is in the public domain.
I chose a couple different examples of people speaking this work out loud.
Monologues by Pedro Louis “All the world’s a stage.”
All the World’s A Stage (The Seven Stages of Man) – Shrewsbury School Variety Show 2014
Hans Zimmer – Time