Play a Day: Peace
A woman sits down in the middle of a busy street, breathing with intention. All the background slowly fades away until she is alone, yet connected to everything.
The stories we tell matter.
A woman sits down in the middle of a busy street, breathing with intention. All the background slowly fades away until she is alone, yet connected to everything.
A woman sits, legs crossed, eyes closed in the middle of an empty stage. Silence. Silence. The audience gets uncomfortable. Maybe she gets uncomfortable, too. They just ride the wave to the other side.
…. to be elaborated on later… Traffic was “whew!” today… and yesterday, too, for that matter. Is everyone taking a page from my book and avoiding the highway? I had a thought today as someone cut in front of me… Read morethinky thoughts…