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A peacock, a drone and a whole lot of people
July 16, 2014
Guru Purnima. The celebration of the first yogi.  Despite the holiday, I still taught two classes.
Little Moments of Joy
July 14, 2014
Humans respect fame.  With wide-eyed awe, wonder or even love we approach those who have achieved fame of any sort, slightly jealous and a bit touched that they allow us to share a moment with them, almost as if fame is a contagious disease that we might be lucky enough to catch. For some of us, we pursue fame as the antidote to our woes. ‘If I were rich…’, ‘If I were powerful…’, ‘If I were talented…’  
A Remembering to be Remembered
July 12, 2014
The artistic director of the Aazhi Children’s Theatre Group conducted a week long residency at the ISHA Home School in the South Indian city of Coimbatore.
Arrival Survival!
July 10, 2014
Nearly a decade ago I first arrived in India: an immense stranger to me at the time.  Apropos then that I arrived in the dark of midnight.  Two hours or so I sweated through an intense line for immigration, wondering what I was getting in to.  It took nearly another hour to get my bag.  Fortunately I was greeted by a super patient person.   We were whisked into a van, drove the deserted streets of this geographical monster of a city and tucked away for a quick sleep in the back rooms of a school, although I did not know that at the time. 
Cleveland. But not THAT Cleveland.
July 4, 2014
Conference over I headed South.  To Cleveland.  How does one end up in Cleveland upon leaving Brisbane? By train of course.  A direct shot.  But then why Cleveland? You might wonder.  End of the line.  Far as you can get.  And then you can ferry across the bay to Stradbroke Island.  That solves the mystery.  It is so much more enjoyable, I find, to ride local style.  Off the train and onto a water taxi with a mixed group of local tourists and people heading home to the island.
The Perceptions of the Friendly
July 4, 2014
'You know those Americans.  Friendly.'  Those are words I overheard while sitting with a group of artists during a post conference drink.  My immediate thought,  truly,  was 'Not.'  But I was thinking at nearly the same time how inviting and gracious  these Australians are.  I didn't speak it aloud at the time,  but it got me to thinking about perceptions during travel.  How much do we actually get to know a place when visiting?
Disruption-The Teaching Artist Watchcry
July 2, 2014
The art of teaching,  the teaching of art.  Here I am at the International Teaching Artist Conference listening a whole lot about work that folks are doing in settings across the globe.  Two feelings pop out for me continually.  Validation.  It's nice to know that the work I do compares favorably with work in many other places.  Too often I feel my work is disconnected from what happens elsewhere,  as if I am playing a great trick on the world; I don't really know what I am doing and soon people will figure it out.  So,  good to feel good about your
Desirable
July 2, 2014
A city named most desirable to inhabit.  Despite  the brisk cold exacerbated by the never tiring wind,  the warmth of this town try invites you to enjoy it's people friendly atmosphere.  Goodness,  we're in the middle of the city but it seems as though it is more designed with humans in mind than cars or businesses.  It is a city that seems to say,  come enjoy your time with us.  Walk.  Ride.  Hang out.  Eat.  Eat.  Eat.  I'm more used to the type of city that beckons,  come and spend your money here.,  oh yeah and
From the big island. But not THAT big island.
July 2, 2014
A city defined by a river.  As it meanders it's way about the city,  oblivious to the straight lines preferred by humans,  so too do I find myself less focused on which way I might go so much as where I stood each moment.  I had made no plans to get from the airport to my hotel.  Didn't even know what might be involved in making that decision.  Then I met a friend on the plane.  She was renting a car.  Did I want a ride?  I certainly did and what a joyous ride.  As she chanted 'stay on the left,  look to the right,'  we buzzed along a
The Best Audience in the World
July 6, 2013
As I sat in in the center of the newly-dedicated, freshly painted outdoor cement basketball court, surrounded by a couple of hundred local folks watching youth I had worked with perform, it dawned on me that these local audiences are truly the best audiences in the world. People sat on rocks, the cement court, wooden side benches, make-shift ‘chairs’ from implements found around the nearby houses, their cars (parked at the far end of the court), or just stood-for the entire three hours of our performance.