I’m thinking about the magic that makes things grow.
photo credit: Wikimedia Commons\James Petts
That’s a quote from a play I saw (half of) this morning, in my alter-ego life as Teacher of Theatre. The program is a 4-session residency in DC public schools. I (and colleagues) go into a school & do theatre games with the kids, talk about what it means to use the imagination, tell stories through theatre, and be a good live-theatre audience member. Then we all go see a play. Then I go back for final session & maybe, if the discipline issues aren’t too huge, we create our own play… usually just short scenes, though.
So today, these kids from the poorest and most violent area of Southeast DC got on a bus at 9:00 a.m. (or thereabouts) and set off on their way to the opposite side of the universe, Glen Echo, Maryland, beyond the outer reaches of the most prosperous areas of Northwest. They hit so much rush hour traffic that they arrived at 10:45 a.m. for a 10:00 curtain. The show’s only an hour long. The theatre had held the curtain 15 minutes waiting for them, though, so we got to see the final 1/2 hour. Then they went back out into the bitterly cold wind (dang it’s cold today) and got back on the bus. They were stunningly, brilliantly well behaved.
The play was The Secret Garden. “I’m thinking about the magic that makes things grow.” Plants, kids, all that. Magic.