spillings, babbles & tales on the fly

It was quite lofty of me to think that I could do a daily update of the goings on of the Obeah Opera rehearsal process…quite lofty.  

I should know.  

With any theatrical rehearsal process, it’s a process…and it’s a draining process.  It pulls you into places that you are open to and, if it’s doing proper work it’ll drag you into places you’re resistant to, as well.

I’m learning.  I’m learning to stay open.  I’m learning to see myself in everyone and not just the good things.  I’m learning my fears and stubbornness.  I’m learning to take on a character that is not my own and questioning why I’m so resistant to taking on certain qualities.  I’m learning to let the tears fall where they may.  I’m learning not to hold back.  I’m learning that this is our collective journey.  I’m learning my lineage.  I’m learning ritual.  I’m learning about the evolution of the human being.  I’m learning that we aren’t one dimensional.  I’m learning to let go.  I’m learning so much for each and every lady who is putting so much of their energy into the notes they sing, their intentions for each movement and character choice.  I’m learning.

And in the same breath while I’m learning I am reminded that none of this is foreign to me.  I’m remembering.

We’re having our first preview today and I feel that I still have work to do, learning about who I AM…Mary Black.  Mary Black the Negro Slave that was steadfast and strong, convicted and convicted, never wavering in her belief or her truth of who she was.

I AM.  I REMEMBER.

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