Often in my enthusiasm I assume Everyone Else in the world is similarly enthused. This is true of Improv too. Often people, understandably, are a bit fearful because considering improv brushes up against one of the biggest fears people have: public speaking. Only improv is worse, they think, because you don’t have ANY plan, AND you may look like a fool on top of it. I get it. And, trust me with this, but as you enter into the world of improv via taking a class, going to a show, participating in an improv workshop at your workplace, you’ll discover there is SO MUCH that it gives us that nourishes our lives!
There’s an improv game called ”Seven Things”. It goes like this: Continue reading “SEVEN things Improv Gives Us! GO!”
Imagine you are in an 8×12 cell in the county jail. The cell has bunk beds, so add another person. The jail is overcrowded so add a third person who sleeps on a cot on the floor. And add a toilet. You’re in this cell for 18 hours per day; if there’s an incident in the jail, then you may be in your cell for 23 hours per day. This is the situation at the Skagit County Jail where I serve on the jail chaplaincy team. Continue reading “Using your body to take your place in life”
[image from ”The Body Keeps the Score”. Drawing by Noam Saul]
“On September 11, 2001, five-year old Noam Saul witnessed the first passenger plane slam into the World Trade Center from the windows of his first-grade classroom at PS 234, less than 1,500 feet away. He and his classmates ran with their teacher down the stairs to the lobby, where most of them were reunited with their parents who had dropped them off at school just moments earlier. Noam, his older brother, and their dad were three of the tens of thousands of people who ran for their lives through the rubble, ash, and smoke of lower Manhattan that morning.”
This story is told by Bessel Van der Kolk M.D., in his book, “The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma”. He continues.. Continue reading “Inserting Trampolines”
[Or, ”I Want to Share My Joy with You, Part 2]
One of the gifts of St Ignatius that the Jesuits have carried on is the idea of Composing the Place or Entering the Story. I’ve done this here and there on my own and in Skagit County Jail in my jail chaplaincy there with Tierra Nueva. Basically, you take a scripture passage from the gospels – one with Jesus in it – and enter into the story in your imagination using ALL five of your senses. It’s an embodied experience. And you are basically doing Improv with Jesus as you go. [ I wrote about this in Fall 2013 when I did this with inmates and we entering the story of Jesus Calming the Storm ]
A few weeks ago I spent a week on an Ignatian spiritual retreat. It was a new thing for me. I was alone at a cabin on the Olympic Peninsula. Continue reading “You should have seen the Look on His Face!”
Well it’s been three months since I’ve written.
March/April in sum: busyanxietybusyWakinginthenightbusyworkworkgogogo.
(And then at the end of April, as we say in improv with the swipe of the arm)… ” And….SCENE” [lights go out]
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Sabbatical as Salvation
First week of May. HoldenVillage. Glorious. Mountains.
Feet of snow still melting
Speed of multi-tasked life still melting
Cell phone, computer, car and the
BuiltWorld of their assumptions
Set aside, for the time being.
Space to embrace the rhythms of Continue reading “I want to share my Joy with you”