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Everything hurts today…

I can’t eat or sleep…
It’s Monday morning…
And I’m already buried deep…

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If I had a million dollars…
It wouldn’t rescue me…
The world keeps on spinnin’ wrong…
And just won’t let me be…

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Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2016

Clouds of Hate

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Throat tight like a bound rubber band…
Every fear real or imagined stills my hand…
I can not love this clouded land…
When hate becomes it’s last lonely stand…

I am alone is a sea of people drowning in pain…
All progress lost, all motion in vain…
I can not sleep, I can not eat, I can not explain…
We rise up only to be drowned by their acid rain…

I will not hate… but I will cry…
I will hold my children close and wonder why…
How people can be so deceived by the demons in the sky…
And will it matter in the end… we when all have to die…

No… I will not hate! I choose fight…
With every weak sob and hand held tight…
Like the reed that bends to a harsh wind’s might…
Where love endures… We will hold onto what is right.

 


Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing © Nov. 8 , 2016

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