Harvey-Sue

 

This summer, there was rain water building up under the new stage, so I pulled it up to fix the foundation / rebuild over some stronger, more solid creative intentions for the space. Today was the laying-of-the-slab part, and in the concrete I buried a magical music box from my childhood. It’s a little copper man playing The Entertainer on a little copper piano, holding a little copper cup of coffee. The reason it’s magical is this: Last night I was reading Pedagogy of the Oppressed, and I got to the part where he’s talking about how instead of seeing our limitations as stopping points, we should see them as starting points. As I was getting REALLY excited about this idea, I heard a little “ting” from my music box on a shelf across the room. And then another “ting.” And then it slowly played out half the song, like it had been holding its last bit of breath for like, 25 years.

SO.  Now the entertainer’s home is below the stage of the collective art space, facing the back wall, a toast to introspection. May all who enter here find unbridled creativity, magic, and liberation in the plunge from our limits into the sparkling beyond….. and on that note, here’s how to move thirty bags of concrete by yourself, Goonies style!

 

 

 

 

Thanks for reading I love you!

catherine

PS. I’m working on writing about the magical sailing / diving adventure, and will put it here sometime. Meanwhile, here’s a kaleidoscope made with stuff from the sea.

 

 

PSS. When you’re always building a big fort, don’t forget to build a little fort! Thanks to Aimee for reminding me.