Dancing the Wheel: Boston’s Journey

On June 1, 2013 I will be producing a show called “DANCING THE WHEEL,” a theatrical dance journey through the pagan Wheel of the Year. The Wheel of the Year, in simple terms, is the constant cyclical nature of the seasons—Winter, Spring, Summer Fall. In spiritual terms, the Wheel of the Year represents the concept of life, death and rebirth. Something linked strongly to the seasons. Much like my show ANIMUS, “DANCING THE WHEEL” is a journey through my own spirituality.

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On April 15, 2013, the idea of DANCING THE WHEEL took on a whole new meaning. Its a story now, of healing through grief and pain to be reborn anew in the midst of darkness. On April 15, 2013, my life, along of that of my fellow Bostonians changed forever, when two persons decided to take it upon themselves to write a new chapter in our lives. The ancient Egyptians believed to name something or someone gave it power–therefore, I will not name those who cowardly took the lives of the innocents. 

Boston is a strong city. We are tough and we are resilient. We believe truly in teamwork. We can’t get by in this world without the help and guidance of others. Though despite our strengths, we are in pain, anger and enveloped in anguish.

Boston is on the journey through the Wheel. We started in the warmth of the sun that Monday afternoon and then began the walk through the darkness. The journey to the “underworld”-where there is fear, and darkness–but always the light–always following the light.

Like a seedling, we are stuck under the soil. We are traveling through the pain of the growth that is surely coming and necessary. We will learn lessons. We will look at life differently. We will gain knowledge, perspective and understanding from this seemingly senseless act. We will learn something from this that will alter us indefinitely. This, no doubt, has changed some part of us. Maybe will spend more time with loved ones. Maybe the things we thought were important really aren’t as important as we thought. We will walk through the shadows gaining lesson from the darkness.

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And in the end, like a seed bursting through the soil, we will find the sun again. The light. We will grow and blossom, not forgetting where we have been–but knowing we need to move up. Up and up like a flower-to the rays of light. To touch the sun  and feel its warmth. Always knowing, and always remembering the roots of what pushed us up—-each other. Our friends, neighbors, fellow Bostonians, family and those we have never met. Through the darkness, we never walked alone. We were pushed up, and like a flower, we blossom in a garden of abundance and growth.

The Wheel of the Year is about life, death and rebirth. Not always a physical death and rebirth-but in this case, a mental and emotional death and rebirth. Boston is like a Phoenix. We sit and wait in the ashes of our pain–we come together and remember those we have lost. We journey together and ever so slowly, we grow our wings and become a Phoenix. 

This has changed all of us. Whether we were directly impacted or not. But this is an indelible step on a journey that will lead us to reach for the sun.

 

 

DANCING THE WHEEL

Saturday, June 1st, 2013 at the YMCA THEATRE Cambridge, MA

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And The B’s Go On…

I have lived in Boston my entire life. This is my city. As a teenager I went down town all the time. I have walked its streets a thousand times. I have shopped at the Copley Mall. I took voice lessons and recorded a CD at a studio on Mass. Ave. I worked downtown for years. I took the bus and the trains every day. I could walk the streets of Boston blind folded. This is my city—my home. I am a proud Bostonian.

I was working downtown on 9/11. At a commercial real estate company in Downtown Crossing. I remember that day. I remember the shock. Being evacuated. The hoards of people pouring out of buildings to get home. The fear. The silence. The deafening silence from a city that was always so loud. Silent. Shocked. And then the days moved onto weeks and months. And things went back to normal.

And then today happened. Just like 9/11–its a beautiful sunny day. Excitement buzzing over the Boston Marathon. And a coward decides to kill innocent people–including an 8 year old child. And the numbness set in. How could this happen in Boston? In my city? I became fearful for friends who were working at Copley. People I care about. I am so grateful for social media–we didnt really have that at 9/11. I was able to check on my friends. All safe and accounted for.

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But what about all those poor people who were just watching the marathon. Cheering on their friends and family. How do you expect this?

And for what? What comes from killing innocence. Its a cowardly act that proves nothing. I am from Boston-born and bred–and I can tell you–Bostonians don’t take shit. After all–we didn’t take shit from the British–and we weren’t afraid to make a fuss and stand up for what was right. We are hardy and tough. Killing innocent people–to prove what? That you are brave? You are a martyr? You are a soldier? You are pissed off? 

Terrorists GAIN NOTHING by being cowards. Our world will not stop. Terrorists NEVER win. They are just so ignorant that they have learned that yet. Just like 9/11–we moved on–We never forgot–but we didn’t let us stop from moving forward. The marathon will happen again next year. We will still celebrate our way of life. Terrorists gained nothing from today.

They only proved how resilient and strong we are as both Bostonians and Americans. We do not fear. We will move on. We will help each other. Sure, we will grieve for those injured and killed. We will grieve for our city. But we will bounce back. 

This is not the time for anger. We always want to react with anger. But, we need to remember…anger is what they want us to feel. Instead, we should feel love and proud for our beloved city and its people.

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Our ability to help each other- whether its checking in to make sure someone is safe–offering out of state folks a place to stay–or being a first responder. Its our capacity to love and assist a stranger when they need it the most. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t feel — its natural to feel anger…but we shouldn’t let that be the single emotion that runs our lives.

Love is the reaction terrorists wouldn’t expect.