When a number of ridiculous coincidences coincide to make for some random occurrence, life is good. I don't actually believe in coincidence, but we'll get to that. For now, here's the story of yesterday.
It was five minutes to four and nothing was happening at work. At random, the thought came to me, "I wonder what JP is up to?" I worked with The Jeremiah People, a travelling theatre troupe, years ago
and even submitted a script to vie for their favor, but it's been a great while since I looked them up. Their site has had a decent face lift, and some rather pretty music came flooding into the office once I found them online. 'Ah,' thought I, 'I wonder what part of the world they are traipsing upon now.' And wouldn't you know it, they were performing at 6:30 pm that very night 2.5 hours away. By this time, 4 o'clock had struck. So I sacked the evening, jumped in my car and drove the distance to show up unexpectedly at the performance of some old friends.
Yay for spontaneity. We spent the wee hours of the morning laughing about random stories from our combined performances, the future, the political state of the world, and Achmed the Dead Terrorist.
Understand that when you travel with the Jeremiah People, you're in a different city, sometimes two different cities, every day. You get one day off per week, which is generally spent playing as hard as possible so that you're exhausted when it's time to hit the grind again far too early the next morning. It's glamorous for the first couple weeks. Then the remainder of your nine month commitment stretches before you and you dig in, grit your teeth and rise to the challenge. Either that or you drown, there isn't much choice.
You get knocked down a lot on tour, but when you stand up and hit back, harder each time, you come out on the other with what is quite easily worth every bit of blood, sweat and tears shed on the road.
That's part of what we talked about last night, laughing at times when we were getting crushed by this grand adventure we'd taken on.
It was easily worth the $70 it cost in ferry tickets, coffee and gas.
As for not believing in coincidence: The only reason coincidences are relegated as they are is due to our not being offered insight into the whole picture.
We get a snippet of one puzzle piece and dismiss it because we can't see the completed picture. So I got to see some folks for a few hours, then I came back and went to work. Nothing earth-shattering. And yet, somewhere in space-time, fabric was ripped, stretched or dipped, and the world shall never be the same. It's like entering the spotlight on a stage. Maybe nothing extraordinary happens, but in a worthy play there was a reason for it.
It was five minutes to four and nothing was happening at work. At random, the thought came to me, "I wonder what JP is up to?" I worked with The Jeremiah People, a travelling theatre troupe, years ago
and even submitted a script to vie for their favor, but it's been a great while since I looked them up. Their site has had a decent face lift, and some rather pretty music came flooding into the office once I found them online. 'Ah,' thought I, 'I wonder what part of the world they are traipsing upon now.' And wouldn't you know it, they were performing at 6:30 pm that very night 2.5 hours away. By this time, 4 o'clock had struck. So I sacked the evening, jumped in my car and drove the distance to show up unexpectedly at the performance of some old friends.Yay for spontaneity. We spent the wee hours of the morning laughing about random stories from our combined performances, the future, the political state of the world, and Achmed the Dead Terrorist.
Understand that when you travel with the Jeremiah People, you're in a different city, sometimes two different cities, every day. You get one day off per week, which is generally spent playing as hard as possible so that you're exhausted when it's time to hit the grind again far too early the next morning. It's glamorous for the first couple weeks. Then the remainder of your nine month commitment stretches before you and you dig in, grit your teeth and rise to the challenge. Either that or you drown, there isn't much choice.
You get knocked down a lot on tour, but when you stand up and hit back, harder each time, you come out on the other with what is quite easily worth every bit of blood, sweat and tears shed on the road.
That's part of what we talked about last night, laughing at times when we were getting crushed by this grand adventure we'd taken on.
It was easily worth the $70 it cost in ferry tickets, coffee and gas.
As for not believing in coincidence: The only reason coincidences are relegated as they are is due to our not being offered insight into the whole picture.
We get a snippet of one puzzle piece and dismiss it because we can't see the completed picture. So I got to see some folks for a few hours, then I came back and went to work. Nothing earth-shattering. And yet, somewhere in space-time, fabric was ripped, stretched or dipped, and the world shall never be the same. It's like entering the spotlight on a stage. Maybe nothing extraordinary happens, but in a worthy play there was a reason for it.
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