Bellow, growl, threaten to eat everyone around you! It's therapeutic. I recommended it to my sister in California. She emailed back, "I wish I could roar but houses here are so close together that even my unattached next door neighbors would hear me!"
So inhibited are we from unleashing the dragon that we can't even do it in the privacy of our own homes.
A few years ago I took Alan Arkin's excellent improv workshop at the Omega Institute, and on the last day the students designed our own improvs. I was drafted by a woman (who typically worked as a clown in her home city) to be in her improv. I would sit in the dark by a campfire, and she, a monster, would crash through the woods, grab me, carry me off. It was great fun screaming, but my pleasure was nothing like hers. Afterwards, she told me with tears in her eyes how profoundly it had benefited her to be the monster.
Now I know what she meant. Be the monster!
After St. George slays me, I am revived by The Fool and transform back into myself, but different, lighter. More Sinterklaas pageantry this Saturday, December 6, 2008 in Rhinebeck, New York.
2 comments:
Fun post. I fear the dragon; but fortunately, he now fears me too so we're good.
Don't stop posting such stories. I love to read articles like that. BTW add some pics :)
BlindSniper
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