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.
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.
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.