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The Inlet is about the search for “connection” – to find the meaning of one’s existence after such a loss, gives both witness to the immense miracle life is, born by chance, and the deep pain of losing loved ones in spite of it.  Written as a stream of consciousness discoveries of both self and world, without pause as there are no periods, in time – only a flow from a source greater than anything our minds can truly comprehend, yet within us, within everything – a miracle in each breath…

…The Inlet explores the movement of time, without pause, as the one and only character explores ways to re-connect to life – after an immense loss. It’s about connection – to open up to oneself, to the outer world, and see how so many disconnect from living, locked into their little worlds, ideologies, rules, boxes of thinking that turn miraculous humans into repetitions of inauthentic conditioning. 

Everything is heightened – from a grain of sand to an interaction with a cop to a MacDonald’s package floating on the edge of a bay. It is a poetic exploration of the human psyche, that responds to everything and anything that comes into his path, in this beautiful isolated, intimate place, we see the connection to all things internal and external, the separations, the fears that stop experience, the need to embrace, to feel the love, the passion, and a quest to find a true appreciation for the one life he’s been given, that’s been torn him out of him from the unbearable tragedy has caused him … as he grapples to see and hear, and feel alive again.

I wrote “The Inlet” when I was 33 years old the year after both my parents died, within 5 months of one another. I was an only child, and loved them deeply – they were wonderful people, and great parents. The loss was immense, like the loss of anyone you love, and thrust my inner being into turmoil which I masked well, as I had to survive. But, it’s a disconnection to reality that you knew, and was a major part of one’s existence since the moment we emerged from the womb into the light.  Trying to find center is often difficult. At that time I was writing a lot – and teaching, running a theater company I founded. My only release to understand myself again, was to write.

I found this little beach. Or it found me. And I went there most everyday to look out into the beauty, and look within to hear the voices calling, to be expressed – and I started to dream. Everything was alive. And I wanted to connect to it, let my mind run free, taking in, and expressing outwardly from my creative self. A stream of words, and images, ideas and meaning danced – and I just let it flow. Anything I saw, anyone I met, was part of this connection – like characters merging in and out of a play – they came to me, and they became part of this experience, and helped write the story of this search.  Each observation and reaction was living in this little world, this microcosm that I expanded into its relationship to a much larger macrocosm of the culture, the past, the life that was part of me. I need to know myself again, I needed to know life was worth living – I needed to transcend who I was, what my life was, and who I was becoming. 

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The Inlet is about the search for “connection” – to find the meaning of one’s existence after such a loss, gives both witness to the immense miracle life is, born by chance, and the deep pain of losing loved ones in spite of it.  Written as a stream of consciousness discoveries of both self and world, without pause as there are no periods, in time – only a flow from a source greater than anything our minds can truly comprehend, yet within us, within everything – a miracle in each breath…

…The Inlet explores the movement of time, without pause, as the one and only character explores ways to re-connect to life – after an immense loss. It’s about connection – to open up to oneself, to the outer world, and see how so many disconnect from living, locked into their little worlds, ideologies, rules, boxes of thinking that turn miraculous humans into repetitions of inauthentic conditioning. 

Everything is heightened – from a grain of sand to an interaction with a cop to a MacDonald’s package floating on the edge of a bay. It is a poetic exploration of the human psyche, that responds to everything and anything that comes into his path, in this beautiful isolated, intimate place, we see the connection to all things internal and external, the separations, the fears that stop experience, the need to embrace, to feel the love, the passion, and a quest to find a true appreciation for the one life he’s been given, that’s been torn him out of him from the unbearable tragedy has caused him … as he grapples to see and hear, and feel alive again.

I wrote “The Inlet” when I was 33 years old the year after both my parents died, within 5 months of one another. I was an only child, and loved them deeply – they were wonderful people, and great parents. The loss was immense, like the loss of anyone you love, and thrust my inner being into turmoil which I masked well, as I had to survive. But, it’s a disconnection to reality that you knew, and was a major part of one’s existence since the moment we emerged from the womb into the light.  Trying to find center is often difficult. At that time I was writing a lot – and teaching, running a theater company I founded. My only release to understand myself again, was to write.

I found this little beach. Or it found me. And I went there most everyday to look out into the beauty, and look within to hear the voices calling, to be expressed – and I started to dream. Everything was alive. And I wanted to connect to it, let my mind run free, taking in, and expressing outwardly from my creative self. A stream of words, and images, ideas and meaning danced – and I just let it flow. Anything I saw, anyone I met, was part of this connection – like characters merging in and out of a play – they came to me, and they became part of this experience, and helped write the story of this search.  Each observation and reaction was living in this little world, this microcosm that I expanded into its relationship to a much larger macrocosm of the culture, the past, the life that was part of me. I need to know myself again, I needed to know life was worth living – I needed to transcend who I was, what my life was, and who I was becoming. 

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