The four seasons..
I’m sitting here in my living room. It’s ridiculous o’ clock and I’m still awake. I can hear the wind billowing. The cold air is making its way through my house and knocking though the doors. Winter has truly settled in its place, where has the year gone? How can we be approaching December already? It’s weird how you may have achieved a lot in a year but still feel like you’re in the same place. The world may spin at a thousand or more miles an hour - so you can either try and remain constant or try to keep up (metaphorically speaking). Tick tock tick tock. As a child I would wait all year for my Birthday or for Christmas. The wait seemed never ending and then the day would be over in a flash.
2012 has been a year to remember. London in particular has been a myriad of events. The Queen’s Jubilee, the London Olympics and Paralympics. With a city buzzing from all of these events (and maybe it was in my head) to me everyone seemed so smiley and just that little bit happier. It’s almost as if we were in this giant bubble and nothing on the outside mattered at all or could penetrate through. As with the seasons, these times pass. The rain will still fall, the sun will still shine. Volcanoes will erupt and the earth will still quake as and when she needs to. As we see Natural disasters happen in our world we can face the reality, that in the ratio of the huge wide world we are merely microcosms.
Our world is in a mess at the moment. I’m as guilty as the next person. Consumerism gnaws at me like a disease. I like nice things. As I purchase a beautiful pair of shoes I seem to forget all the things I could do instead. But that is the human condition. We seem to be able to erase what we want from our subconscious. Us as human beings are astonishing creatures. With all of this knowledge between us you would have thought that we’d know better. I heard a brilliant quote recently ‘Common sense is a lot like deodorant. The people who need it the most don’t use it’.
Due to the overwhelming desire to remain impartial sometimes we sit and we do nothing. I look to the news and I’m heartbroken. You see the wars and the devastation and the injustice – surely we should know better?
I always said that when I turned a certain age I would shave my head! That birthday came and went and I still have a full head of hair. Someone simply pointed out ‘that’s because you thought that birthday was so far away and that it would never come’.
There are Presidents being re-elected, economies going into turmoil, bombs being hurtled at one another and so many other things happening. In the grand scheme of things; Mother Nature will still do what she wants to do as the seasons come round without fail. Can’t we lighten up and love each other just a teeny bit. I’m a hippy and have the lyrics to ‘Imagine’ going through my head right now but I really mean it.
I’m currently one of the cast members in a wonderful workshop with an aim of connecting our voices to our bodies to push us further into becoming fearless performers. It is to culminate into a show called ‘Tempus’ which will be at the Tristan Bates Theatre in the New Year. Tempus fugit – a Latin expression for ‘Time flees’ which has been more commonly translated as ‘Time flies’. Time does truly fly when you’re having a blast. I don’t even know where to begin with my thoughts on this experience. It has been incredible. We are a cast of nine, each with a different journey that has brought us together, each with something very different to achieve. Each week we all come together and sing. We can see and feel our instruments change every week. I watch my new friends in amazement. I find myself falling deeper in love with their voices each time I hear them sing.
What really strikes me in this story is that it resonates with so much that is already happening on our planet. Tempus is set in the future at a time when the Earth is in trouble. There are two groups ‘The Scientists’ and ‘The Druids’. They both believe that they know what is best for the earth. It has all the elements to make it an explosive story. There is a forbidden love between the two male leads of the group; Professor Duncan and the High Priest Leo. To me, their love represents a forbidden love within our world, with all of these antagonising forces that manipulate others for self progression. But it is also just a simple tale of where two groups of people believe with every fibre of their being that they are right. Now what does that remind you of?
Are we merely pawns in this giant game of chess? What are the people at the top thinking? Is it that they think that that birthday will never come around?
This is a long blog, and it’s now six in the morning. But when you gotta write you gotta write. So on that note Good morning, good evening and have a good day in between.
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Which is the blog for ‘Tempus’ – but I’m also sharing this on my own blog.