September 20, 2019
by Lorca Simons, Texas, USA and United Kingdom
“When you’re out on the ocean and you are traveling across water it’s like this continuous expanse but it’s an ever changing picture depending on all the other elements. The depth of water is also interesting in different places, in some places you can’t see any distance at all and in other places it’s like looking down into a vast cathedral with shafts of light shining down.”
‘Love Letters to a Raven’ is a journey into the wilderness of the heart with all its tributaries and undercurrents, into the depths of our soul’s thread. This piece of theatre is a rewiring, a realigning, a return to what is most original and true. Unlocking those stories our bodies long to tell, one body part at a time.
Through visual poetry, physical theatre and spoken word, we dive into the bones of our memory’s keepsakes; those precious unravelings of our truth tales. “What will we find on the other side of all that we know?”
Having the opportunity to develop this piece of theatre with my sister Lake, my son River and a powerful ensemble this summer at our family theatre Hip Pocket was magic. There is nothing better than deep diving into what’s really going on inside and fine tuning that offering into a piece of creative action for an audience. Being held by that vast Texas sky, listening to the whispering wisdom of my elders, feeling my feet solidly in flow on ‘the skin of the great mother’ as Gabrielle would say was pure connection.
For me, this piece is a continuation of maps discovered and passed on to me through both Gabrielle and my father. That “billion miles of unexplored wilderness between the head and feet” is forever an inspirational place to begin any theatrical investigation. That mirror, reflecting truth and story, just doesn’t lie. Looking forward to continuing many more investigations.
Dedicated to Gabrielle Roth and my father Johnny Simons
“Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.” -Neruda