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In My Dreams…

In My Dreams by Cicely Robin Laing

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In my dreams…

I watched them play…

Up on the hill top, on a windy day…

There was no sorrow…

There was no loss…

Just a kite to fly, and a ball to toss…

Happy laughter…

The sound of running feet…

Inside this memory there was joy to meet…

The rustle of wind…

And the crack of thunder…

Spoiled my sweet feel of slumber…

Now, awake…

Beneath these layers I lay…

Wishing for the break of day…

To shed the thoughts…

And hide the tears…

Of missing you these many years…

In my dreams…

I get to play…

With you… on a hill top… far away…

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Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015

Who I am…

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I am closer to death than I am to birth…
and still, I don’t know who I am…
During daylight hours I pretend to be me…
but under the covers at night, doubts fill my mind…
Dreams of second guesses and forgotten successes…
mix with flights of fancy, and horrible messes…
I toss and turn, waiting for sleep to save me…
only to find my mind never forgave me…
Deep beneath the tattered tangled blankets…
I try to find me, the one I haven’t met yet…
But every event, every thought, every action…
changes me from one moment to the next…
Each a tiny death, becomes a birth, a resurrection…
Then morning comes, and I am more tired than awake…
and still, I am who I am… rediscovered…
at least for one more day…
Is there any other way?

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Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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Happy Thanksgiving!

I am…
being thankful for life…
for still being alive…
for being able to still kick a bit…
for still being able to love my friends…
to hug and kiss my family…
I’m thankful for knowing…
that even when overwhelmed…
I have a hope of digging out…
hope that tomorrow may have less pain…
hope that today I will remember…
all the beauty of yesterday…
the potential of the future…
hope to be able to see joy…
and to give joy…
I am thankful…
for love…
thankful…
for life…
I am
thankful…
I am…

 

May your day be filled with love and thanks…


Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing

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I’ve been here almost 24 hours… My brain is slowly creeping into an oblivion…
28 hours straight of live improv theater… it must be love… and it is…

I am drunk on lack of sleep and delirious on the love and hilarity of this wonderful community….  Ahhhhhh… and I got to do improv with my lovely insane children… such a family!

Why do you ask?  Because this is the day I give my all to raise money for the best creative family any where.  It’s late but not too late…

If you want to help… there are just two hours left to donate… but really you could donate anytime…  Any of these links will get you to the place to donate…

Bad Bunny Improv

Mirabeau’s Iron Audience

HUGE Theater Give to the Max Day Page

HUGE Improv Theater


Here’s a bit of stuff I wrote at the beginning of my sleep deprivation…

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HUGE Theater is our home away from home!
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I’m not very good at writing these sorts of things, but I am going to give it my best try.
Why should you donate to HUGE Improv Theater? Because HUGE is more than just the best long form improv theater ever, it is more than artist, member and volunteer run, it is more than a place to find your voice both on the stage and in your life, HUGE is so, so, so much more.  HUGE is a community that is so supportive, so caring, so nurturing, that they are family!
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Those of you who know our family, know that the last several years have been very difficult. And our future will continue to be filled with challenges and stress. But, our involvement with HUGE Theater has been an amazing bright spot in so much darkness. I can literally tell you that being involved at HUGE as a volunteer and as a performer has saved my life. It has also helped my kids find their voices, become confident on stage and beyond, and see first hand how to build the kind of community we all want to live in.
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Your donation will not only help keep the lights on and the doors open at HUGE, but it will help fund scholarships for students in need. Our family has benefitted from this great program. Support not only a great artistic endeavor, support a beautiful, unique group of people. Our family and home away from home… HUGE Improv Theater!
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Thank you!

A chance to take a class with me… see more info below…

Photography by Cicely Robin Laing

 

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When you stop talking, you don’t stop speaking…

And you listen more with your eyes, than you do with your ears…

Silence is filled with a million stories, and music of the body electric…

And one look can break your heart, or fill you with love and joy…

Say it with silence… it speaks so much louder than words…

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This Wednesday, October 28th, 2015… I will be teaching the Improv drop-in class at HUGE Theater in Minneapolis. Join me at 5pm for a couple hours of improv fun and explore how much you can say without words…

And now I have said too much….

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Words and photography by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015

 

Breaking the Looking Glass Madly

A dream… A vision… An idea…              …..make it happen!

I did… Now it’s your chance to see what my mind, my art is like as an improvised theater piece.  The show “Breaking the Looking Glass” is playing at the Phoenix Theater in Minneapolis, MN. More shows on October 16th and 17th.  I am running to the theater now!  Be daring! Join me for something completely different!

More info here!  Phoenix Theater

And Here! Breaking the Looking Glass Facebook Page

and here…. Event Page for the 16th

Playing with Glass

 

Breaking the looking glass…

Shards of a dream…
The broken promise of a tea party…
Madness bleeds across the fractured surface…
Sleeps slips in and steals a tray of cookies…
Painted roses forgotten…
Like a raindrop in a storm…

I am your Alice…
“Drink me!” they whisper…
The sounds of shuffling cards blend with shuffling feet…
“Drink me!” they whisper…
Like a drop in a storm…
“Drink me!” they whisper…
I am your Alice…

Shattered…

You invited me into this madness…
“I…
am…
home…” they whisper

I pick up a sliver of mirror…
A drop of blood…
Cuts…
A reflection…
Not my own…
I want to go home…

“You are our Alice!” they whisper…

“Tell me a riddle! Pour me some Tea! Off with your Head! A dreadfully ugly Baby!”
Voices running in panic…
Feet whispering in fear…
Time to talk of other things…
A drop of blood…
A reflection…
Shards of a dream…
The broken promise of a tea party…

“I am your Alice” I whisper…

Before the smile…

fades…

away…

“Drink me!”

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I have been doing writing of a different sort lately… I have been telling stories through improvised theater. Recently, I had the chance to create and direct a improvised theater piece called “Breaking the Looking Glass”… I am so amazed at just how crazy it is to take an idea from inside my head, explain it to talented people, work with them to make it a reality… and then let it loose on the world!

We have had five shows so far… three more are happening in the next week. I wish you all could see it. Perhaps some of you will…

Consider yourselves invited….  We might even serve tea.

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Breaking the Looking Glass  this is our Facebook page…

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015