Rain is falling steadily outside. I could almost taste it coming all day. I didn't think I would write my blog today as I'm trying to eek out my play before Saturday... but I found some pics of the Passion Play from Randall's website and they were too cute to pass up.
Oh, and the top one is Weston's prize radishes he grew in a pot!
The photos of the guys on the rock is totally typical. They loved that rock. Donovan would nestle into that niche whenever we'd stop for notes in rehearsal.
In the crowd scenes, we were assigned to a tribe and where your tribe went, you went. Not for my boys. They liked to climb the rocks. So inadvertently, we staged ourselves in both the baptism and beatitudes scenes perched on rocks, which they loved and I thought made for a good stage picture. I knew in the back of my mind that we were always on probation though. If they played too much and didn't give focus to the action, we'd have to go blend in with our tribe and sit still.
It was fun to hear the boys play Market scene in the days following. "You may not take merchandise through this temple" (crash goes the sofa cushion!) "My father's house is a house of prayer!" (another sofa cushion goes flying.)
The other day Weston said, "Mom, I know how God talks to you." "Oh really? How?" "By the thoughts that come to you when you're sitting still outside." "Wow, Weston. I think you're exactly right!" "I just discovered that when I was outside and I stopped to listen for a bit." "Way to go, dude. Way to go."
I think I could use Weston's advice. I guess my boys really can sit still when they have a mind to.
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