Three weeks ago, we lost our good friend
Jane Dibbell. Though she lived and taught drama most of her life, she would not like to see us being dramatic in her passing. There will be no rending of garments, gnashing of teeth, crying to the heavens... no matter our grief, this would not be the proper way in which to honor her.
I will propose, and I think Jane would approve, that you find someone you love, and give them a hug. Jane was great with the hug, and gave them freely and frequently. One always felt better after a hug from Jane... the world felt as if it had been righted for a small moment. Maybe, if more people shared this basic human contact, the world could be a better place. Jane was an activist, in all ways, large and small.
No, this isn't my Halloween costume... this is me groping for the coffee pot every morning. As you can see, Halloween is more of a year-round occasion here.
Three weeks ago, we lost our good friend Jane Dibbell. Though she lived and taught drama most of her life, she would not like to see us being dramatic in her passing. There will be no rending of garments, gnashing of teeth, crying to the heavens... no matter our grief, this would not be the proper way in which to honor her.
I don't care what anyone thinks... effervescent bath salts are wonderful.
Probably just some sonambulistic navel-gazing... something about my mortality, or the futilty of human endeavors...
