Like sands through the hour glass these are the days of our lives, or, A hole is to dig

One of the things that came up in the meeting with the business consultant today was how all of the clowns present would like to work more.  We would like to perform more often or for longer runs.  We just want to do it more.   As the others were talking about how it feels to get all excited and put on a show and then it’s over and many months go by before we gear up for another show the image of a hole in the sand came into my mind.

All of us work at other things and several of us are mothers.

In order to make ourselves available for the rehearsal process we dig holes in our daily lives to make room for rehearsals and performances and other aspects of the production.  When the show is over we stop digging and the hole we made to hold the show fills up immediately just as a hole at the beach fills with water or sand when the tide comes in.

I think we are looking for a reason to stay on the beach and keep digging.

We can also come to terms with starting over, each new day, each new season.