Glorious ending hints at an incredible beginning for Lala.

One flower on the stem of Lala’s journey has now passed into the earth of our memories.   The white silks are folded carefully away, the Pacific Cultural Center open for other beautiful performances, the brown boxes back with their other record-box companions along my living room wall, scripts piled up and resting -for a moment on the desk.  But only for a moment. . .

This glorious run of Lala’s -a freedom run- exceeded our expectations of depth and transformation.   Lives have been changed, deeply and powerfully, through sharing these stories of Lala.  Many viewers sought us out through email, phone, and person to tell us how the words and images of “A Star Called Love” became mantra, ruminations, catalysts for change, and keys to inner openings.  The World Cafe’s, workshops, and sharings after the shows revealed to us all the heartfelt stirrings the performances caused.

A whole sequence of gladiola-like flowers are forming, budding, and opening on Lala’s horizons.  The offers and invitations to bring her stories to  new listeners are stretching towards us like hands.  The work to train other actresses continues, and I will be spending the summer in another wave of research into the era, cultures, and embodiments of the characters.

Please do not be shy.  We always welcome your thoughts, reflections, and suggestions on any aspect of the shows.  In fact, as the next set of plays begin to emerge, your thoughts become crucial wisdom for me as a playwright.  And as a company dedicated to sharing Lala’s messages, we also welcome ideas for house concerts, school, church, community and theater-based performances.  You may have come to the Lala plays as a stranger, but you left as a friend.

Thank you.  Rivera Sun

By the way, here are two poems I enjoyed this week:

An Old Musician

Written by Hafiz

Translated

by Daniel Ladinsky

How

Should

Those who know of God

Meet and

Part?

The way

An old musician

Greets his beloved

Instrument

And will take special care,

As a great artist always does,

To enhance the final note

Of each

Performance.

II.

The Lute Will Beg

Written by Hafiz

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

You need to become a pen

In the Sun’s hand.

We need for the earth to sing

Through our pores and eyes.

The body will again become restless

Until your soul paints all its beauty

Upon the sky.

Don’t tell me, dear ones,

That what Hafiz says is not true,

For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny

And you awake to our constant need

For your love

God’s lute will beg

For your

Hands.

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