Tagged Shakespeare

Stage of Fools

“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.” Lear spoke these words outdoors, and hearing them outdoors recently made me shiver. The actor playing Lear said these words in gathering darkness on the bank of the Hudson River.  It was so chilly some of the audience wrapped up in their picnic blankets. Yet even though I was in an open-sided tent on the gorgeous grounds of a Hudson River mansion, being exposed to nature helped me remember that Shakespeare was writing about a great and powerful king reduced to helplessness, wandering lost…

Will and Grace

Last week I wrote about the experience of being lost in the woods around the Garrison Institute on the banks of the Hudson.   Someone commented that I were never truly lost, and this is true: we wandered just far enough off trail to have a nerve-tingling, sense-heightening experience of  waking up from the dream of knowing who we are and where we are going.   It was a shock, and shocks have a way of posing big questions like “Who do you think you are?”  and “Where do you think you’re going?”   Shocks have a way of showing us what…