Off script

Over the last few weeks, reading between the lines, things have glimmered, and glimpses of truth have sparked, but, as ever, they are very difficult to grasp. But listen… you can hear the smallest things…

I recently listened to a friend talking about the ‘scripts’ we have in our worldviews. The ideas and narratives we have both been given and have chosen. What do we unconsciously take for granted, and use as a foundation for our being.

Also, what are we holding onto, grasping too tightly? 

I was also reminded about the importance of ‘seasons’ “A season for planting, for waiting, for flowering, for stooping, for dying, for clearing and for emptiness”.  

 “A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing” Ecclesiastes 3

Things change…

The same friend above reminded me of ‘composting’, how it’s ‘natural’ for things to recompose; institutions, organizations, projects, personalities, should have the possibility of regeneration built into them, the potential of ending/changing (re-composing) into something else. Don’t feel precious about your grasp, but embrace, trust and grow.

As you may know, I ‘play’ at amateur theatre. The next amdram opportunity clashes with other plans I’ve made, so I will not be diving into a new script this ‘season’. I was disappointed, but in retrospect i am reflecting on not having to sweat over a new character. Learning to ‘play’ a character, learning their ‘script’, can be a consuming hobby. Perhaps it’s time to go off script.

Over the last five years I have played;

Simon ‘A keen young insurance broker, well dressed and professional looking’

Martin ‘Not lost, just waiting for someone… 40s looking for love’

Bernard; ‘A foolish fixer of things and odd job guy’  Played Bernard twice.

John: ‘A friend of Colin’s who is married to Evelyn.’

Bill: ‘Never lifted a finger in the house… couldn’t even be bothered to wipe the toilet down… and dead.’

Jack: ‘…who rapidly cultivates a taste for pouring whisky over his head’

Clarence: ‘A failed old-school Shakespearean actor, “Before my body I throw my warlike shield.”’

Jeff: ‘Nosy neighbour, moves the bins every week!’ 

Tony: ‘failed club singer, and flouncer’

As Rumi wrote..

This being human is a guest house.

Be grateful for whoever comes.

For now, we’re ‘off book’ and I am just being; Jules: ‘insert description here’.

Instead of lines, I have returned to tunes and songs. After a few years out, I have returned to Global Harmony the choir that I enjoyed for more than a decade. 

Everything comes from nature…

Goodness and brilliance…

Listen… can you hear the smallest things…