Sacred Space

Today PlayGround moves into Thick House for the next three weeks. Tonight is Tech, tomorrow Dress, and then we go public on Thursday with this year’s Festival. The stage at Thick House is for me one of the sacred spaces in San Francisco. I have seen so many plays there that inspired me to keep writing, to write better, to write smarter, so it’s something of a dream come true that a play of mine — even if it’s only 12 minutes long or so — will be performed there. When I walk into that intimate theatre, for me it’s like walking into a cathedral because I know I’m going to get in touch with parts of myself that resonate with the most profoundly human impulses of others, of true theatrical artists. And as in a cathedral — or a sangha — it makes me feel connected. It’s a lot of expectation with which to saddle a 12-minute piece of work, but I can only hope that THE BOY WHO DID NOT LISTEN TO HIS MOTHER is as true as the work of others I have witnessed and that have inspired me at Thick House. And that it won’t be the last play of mine to inhabit this sacred space.