We had seven minutes 'till doors to the theater opened. Tensions were running high and time constrained to a point that made it hard to breathe. Frustration, excitement, and anticipation hung thick in the air. What happened next was magic...the lights went down, the audience quieted, and the alchemy began.
To be honest, none of us were quite sure what would happen on that stage. The feat of lighting and mic-ing the stage and integrating music into a beautiful spoken andl visual narrative was difficult, given the timeframe. The day before, dancers, singers, and actors (inspired by the work that was being created) came out of the woodwork. We were awed by the fluidity, passion, and presence that came to be. And that included the presence and energy that was shared by the audience. I think it's safe to say that everyone in that room was moved in some way; by the immense joy in Shamou and Marita's song and dance; by the power of Elana's poem reminding us that "every village is your village...every child is your child"; by the sweet and haunting melodies of the 10-stringed Oud...
While the performance surpassed all expectations, something greater took place here too. Art imitated life. The great import of this project was in its making. Under adverse conditions, using art as a medium, many people of different cultures, backgrounds, faiths, and visions came together to create something moving and powerful. It took communication, compromise, flexibility, ideas, and the ability to listen.
Thank you for supporting the work of Seeds of Peace and The Transcendence Project. Already, with your help, the world has become a more peaceful place.
Emilia & Deb (The Transcendence Project), and Seeds of Peace