Today you have the stage. Your performance is forever. Yesterday I felt important until I remembered dinosaurs. People made Art before there were words. I will plant my journals to grow word flowers which will speak to bees who will pollinate us with hope.
A thousand years from now our work will live in a cloud that no one knows about, except for you, and when it rains you will receive us again.
Love from me, to all of us who are so lucky to dwell here and bear witness. What things we will dream of now, and knit up into whatever we wish because everything will be new.
These images are from Italy, because I was there and I will be again.
Happy World Theatre Day.