I believe I have a voice. Words, feelings, observations, perceptions...thoughts
that can move the world. I am a storm, a cyclone of ideas, thunder and lighting, a warm summer’s breeze, a gentle spring rain. When some people look at me they see only an autumn or winter. Too few of us know how to read a storm.
Some people hide from storms...They steep themselves in their own darkness and rob themselves of the tumultuous journey and its exhilaration. Some people...embrace the storm. Their eyes light up and they rush to hug me as a long lost brother. As if embracing a storm was food for their soul.
I can teach you to read a storm.
from Access Theatre’s
Storm Reading
1988