Tempest At Oregon Shakespeare Festival
Last night, my sister, her family (sans niece finishing up a summer physics internship in Australia researching gravity waves), and I attended a stellar performance of The Tempest at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival... (thanks, Gayle!) I was not only inspired by the excellent performances, great costumes and staging, I particularly appreciated the deeper meaning of the play, which revolved around forgiveness... so synchronistic, as I'm completing the first reading of Gary Renard's book, Your Immortal Reality, which is completely about the same crucial element in our awakening – realizing there is ultimately nothing in our eternal nature to forgive.

Here's a quote from the Tempest from Renard's book (page 140)I had just read a few days (synchronistically):

"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."

Kinda puts our fleeting and ephemeral issues into perspective Happy

My sister has a lovely collection of antique and reproduction prints of Shakespeare, such as this one:

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Here's how to contact her if you want prints or cards for your store or home:

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