The Unknown Awaits

My apologies for my lack of Blog activity.  Ironically it isn’t due to having nothing to say but too much.  Sometimes I find there are many ideas and thoughts bouncing too quickly for me to confine them to a word or phrase that is useful in communication.  Those of you who have workshopped with me will have seen me hit the onomatopoeia stage of expression when words fail.

Here we are facing down the barrel into a new year.  I love the start of a new year just like I love the opening of a new note book.  The blank page, the open opportunity, the potential.  It is this same love of the unknown that I crave in impro.  Each workshop is that new notebook, each show a January first.  I care not if it has reached a greatness.  This is not the measure of its worth.  To say greatness means a definition of good / bad, standards and expectations.  What I care about is that the unknown is met.  That I introduce it to my partners, and feel the joy of meeting it myself.  The outcome will be whatever that journey is.  That experience will provide us with a chance to reflect and learn.  If we stay safe.  Sit in the recycling of what we already do, what we already know and can do well.  Receive the applause and laughter as if that is the measure of all the work can be.  If we no longer dare to meet the unknown, then we stop in our growing. 

The Beatles went from “Love Love me do” to “Eleanor Rigby”.

Picasso from academic classicism, to the Blue period to Cubism.

What unknown will you meet this year?

Isn’t that question exciting and terrifying?

Who will you introduce the unknown too?

Don’t you love it?!

Open the it comes!!

For last year's words belong to last year's language

And next year's words await another voice.

And to make an end is to make a beginning.

T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"

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