My coaching assignment from three weeks ago was to reflect on what I'd like people to say about me when I die. My report on that reflection is due today, and frankly, though I've put a good bit of time into thinking about it, I don't have it done. It's a funny question, more troublesome …
“Places”
Each night I stand backstage pacing back and forth, running a small ritual that has become important to me as a preparation for a coming night of emotional journeying. The role of Eric Weiss in Brooklyn Boy is a challenging one, one that I relate to all too well. And then, inevitably, my friend Carla …
Another Thanks
Every once in awhile, I am reminded to be grateful. In the midst of devastating earthquakes, the loss of children, the despair of loved ones, and the slow slipping away of life and vitality that waits for all of us, there is still so much of life. It is all grace to begin with, from …
Water: Exhaustive vs. Substantial
Water. What do I know of it? Do I know much? Is what I know enough to thought of as real knowledge? And what are the implications of me not knowing as much as can be known? Can a simple glass of water give me true knowledge about water's nature? It's an image that came …
Regret Over Missed Colleagues
I was thinking about Arthur Koestler’s work today, The Act of Creation. The Act of Creation was the major text in my Directing Seminar 681 (I think that was the number) back in graduate school. Then I thought of my very smart postmodern professor from back then, and googled his name. Then another name came …
JEFF BERRYMAN 