Mimes. Many people hate them, but I have grown to love watching them perform. The way an illusion of action is presented, whether it be walking against the wind, or being stereo-typically trapped in a box. One knows what they are doing, without them really doing it...if they are a good mime, that is.
I 've been thinking of a comparison that was made between the way life is lived, and the art of mime. I find that I am going through the actions of life, rather than really living it. Afraid to take risks, hiding from consequences, and generally presenting to others what I want them to perceive as reality. It is painful to realize this about myself. It will be even more painful if I decide to take the mime make-up off.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
1 comment:
beautiful.
love you.
p.s. that's why i don't like mime make-up. ; )
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