There are many reasons why I do theatre. One of them was captured in this Saturday's staged reading of Las Cruces by Vincent Delaney at Kean University.
In one day, I felt that familiar, nostalgic arc of theatrical production unfold itself in its entirety. We met a play, we asked it what it was, we let it tell us, we discovered new parts of ourselves with it, we ventured into telling the story of the world through its eyes, we presented it, we discussed it, and we put it to rest.
A painful rest.
A joyful rest.
The only rest that comes with a restlessness to do more.