The Covert Light of March

I’m out and about this week guys, exploring and wandering around a new city. Until I’m back and can tell you all about it, enjoy a little ode to March from master wordsmith Mr. Neruda.

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‘March days return with their covert light’

March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets.

– Pablo Neruda

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Arriving Each Evening at a New City

I’m out and about this week guys, exploring and wandering around a new city. Until I’m back and can tell you all about it, enjoy the petit posts.

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“Is there anything, apart from receiving a large unexpected cheque in the post, to beat finding yourself at large in a foreign city on a fair spring evening, loafing along unfamiliar streets in the long shadows of a lazy sunset, pausing to gaze in shop windows or at some church or lovely square or tranquil stretch of quayside, hesitating at street corners to decide whether that cheerful and homy restaurant you will remember fondly for years is likely to lie down this street or that one? I just love it. I could spend my life arriving each evening in a new city.”

— Bill Bryson

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Window to the World

I’m out and about this week guys, exploring and wandering around a new city. Until I’m back and can tell you all about it, enjoy the petit posts.

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Egypt

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Forgotten Temple of Lysistrata, Greece

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The Great Blue Hole, Belize

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Train tree tunnel in Kleven, Ukraine

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Heaven’s Gate Mountain, China

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Lengkuas Island, Indonesia

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How to Get a New Lens on Life Without a Pair of Glasses

I’m out and about this week guys, exploring and wandering around a new city. Until I’m back and can tell you all about it, enjoy the petit posts.

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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes: A New Look, New Category and New Series!

Thoughts on Theatre went in for a touch up last night and now the blog is sporting a whole new look!

In addition to a new streamlined look, there is also a new category to present: Travelogues. As more and more content popped up in the realm of travel, it seems appropriate to give it a home. This is especially true as we will feature more travel stories in the future as we delve more into the world of See Rock City & Other Destinations.

The musical takes place in the following six locales:

1. Rock City 2. Area 51 3. Glacier Bay 4. Alamo 5. Coney Island 6. Niagara Falls

And I’m looking for insight from all of you! Have you traveled to one of these destinations? Do you have wild story about your time there and pictures to match?

I will be doing an interview series in the next few months on these places as well as other notable American landmarks (Route 66! Grand Canyon! Yellowstone!).

If you would like to share your memories and be a part of the fun drop me a line at:
colorandlighttheatre [at] gmail [dot] com with the subject line See Rock City Interview.

 So that’s the update! Thanks everyone for all of your support, thoughtful comments, and wonderful questions thus far. Here’s to making more memories together!

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On Making Room for the New


Your hands pulse with a satisfying ache, the skin beginning to crack,

You’ve busied yourself with cleaning up the past.

Tidying up corners, polishing up memories

Until they are bright and flawless – a false perfection, a comforting fib –

That affords you a nostalgic sigh as you stare back longingly

At a collection of things half-remembered, half-created.

“Ah, the good ol’ days.”

You flip through this new photobook with wistful glances

At times when life was better, or easier, or happier,

Revering moments that were not quite as they seem,

Forgetting all the while that you are breathing here.

You hear the present knocking, waiting politely at your door

Asking if you will join it for a walk,  just a little one.

“It’s a lovely day outside.”

You hunker down, pulling blankets round you,

Wrapping yourself with fabricated tales of days long since past.

A familiar fortification that is safe and warm.

But as you glance at the material again, you realize their comfort now presses on you,

Weighty and changed. There is no room for these sheets beyond those doors.

A frightening freedom reveals itself.

Through that threshold is a new world, no familiar faces, no tired remembrances

Of a time that has anchored itself into your mind.

“Goodbye old, hello new”

Today you’re making room for you.

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