Redacting Rosslyn. A concept. An experiment. A risk. A plunge.
And then… an ellipsis.
Stillness. Silence. White space.
Not a pregnant pause. Not AWOL.
An interstice.
Carving out a space for stillness amidst the throng will open up the possibility of stillness. But there must also be room for chance, for stumbling accidentally upon these somewhat paradoxical interstices, and then honoring them… an invitation to wander into the unfamiliar. (“A Cadence of Choice”)
I accepted the invitation, and I wandered into the unfamiliar. For seven weeks I wandered and stumbled in search of stillness. But it eluded me.
I succumbed to the siren call of my sister’s wedding, the Depot Theatre Gala, a bountiful