NWC #9- " Shamanic
healing ceremony" DUE Nov 10th at 8am
In war torn countries
where people have lost loved ones, seen their guts spewed out on the streets
from bombs- where children have lost limbs due to land mines...
The theater can be very
rough as it tries to reach such calloused over souls.
It can also be very soft and
slow-moving and ethereal- more of a healing ceremony focused on the audience
than on a character.
*CHALLENGE- Write your own
version a Shamanic healing ceremony play*
Reference
http://www.shamanic-healing.org/?page=spiritual_healing_services
Have an opening image,
have it undergo some transformation, and end with the same image, but altered
in some way.
Invoke water, wind, earth,
fire. Sacrifice something if you desire.
Don't worry about theistic
accuracy or cultural sensitivity- those things are important in real life but
this is a personal grab bag of healing and melting and casting and restoring.
Good luck!
CEREMONY
A WOMAN.
Dressed in black.
Plus an apron.
In a kitchen.
The look of the kitchen isn't as important as the
suggestion of a kitchen.
The suggestion of a kitchen isn't as important as
the smell.
Vanilla.
As the feel.
Warmth.
WOMAN
Well,
the sky here did not fall in.
I
managed to bake a pie.
She gathers ingredients.
Flour.
Granulated Sugar.
Brown Sugar.
Baking soda.
Salt.
Eggs.
Butter.
Chocolate Chips.
Vanilla.
WOMAN (cont'd)
Now
for some chocolate chip cookies.
She begins.
WOMAN (cont'd)
I
dressed in black today.
After
a day of grieving, I'll be OK.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
It's
not like anybody died.
It
was just an election.
Elections
have consequences.
But
you still gotta eat.
And
some of the eating should be pleasurable.
Otherwise,
on days like this, why would you bother.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
Dressing
in black isn't great when you're handling flour but that's what the apron's
for.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
The
phone banks are done.
We
did what we could.
Sometimes
you don't get the outcome you want.
The
world spins forward.
Still
plenty to do around the house.
Just
to get started.
Just
to keep moving.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
Holidays
to prepare for.
Family
coming home.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
The
dogs still need to be walked.
The
poop still needs to be picked up.
Their
bowls still need to be filled.
The
cat still needs someone to ignore till she feels like acknowledging my
existence.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
They
all know something's wrong.
They
don't like to see me sad.
But
the house is still standing.
We
still have a home.
There's
still food to drop on the ground to get hoovered up by four-legged vacuum
cleaners.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
Maybe
if the place smells normal, things will be normal.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
Gotta
start somewhere.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
I'll
save a little cookie dough for when he gets home from work.
A
little dish in the refrigerator
An
extra surprise.
Some
things don't change.
She continues.
WOMAN (cont'd)
There
will be cookies in the lobby at intermission, and again on your way out.
They
will be warm.
There
will be fruit cups for those who can't eat cookies.
There
will be no charge for them.
Keep
moving.
Keep
thinking.
Keep
praying.
Keep
fighting.
As
long as there's life, there's hope.
And
so much of what we have, and others don't, we take for granted.
Let's
practice being grateful.
Then
make sure everyone still has something to be grateful for.
She continues.
Lights don't fade on
her.
They rise on us.
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