Moved to Tears
Tears of joy don’t come often in life. When they do arrive, they catch me by surprise. It’s a deep experience. Spiritual too. The ego is lost for a moment in the miraculousness of the present moment.
So it was this morning, as I sat in the Lobero Theatre watching the Elkins dancers rehearse and create their new work, Mo(or)town Redux. Doug was as focused as a laser beam, asking the dancers to repeat various sections of the work, so that he could judge what was right or wrong. He sat intently watching in the audience as well, hopping back on stage to give quiet points and suggestions to the dancers. They would try again. In between long takes, the dancers kept dancing, their inner fires burning brightly, their obvious pleasure, contagious. It seemed as if their whole lives led to this time and place. As I watched them interact, I thought the mutual respect and support among the dancers and between the dancers and the choreographer could provide a model for living well. The ideal had become real.
The theater is a space outside of time and the everyday world. It felt like hallowed ground to me today. Some new and important piece of art was being created before my very eyes in its interior spaces. The participants were dedicated to giving it birth. I was a most privileged, humbled and thankful observer of the sacred.
“To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.” –Osho