The time before perfoming, whilst on stage, and post action, in light of being on road, coming and going, always on the move  shape fast changing thoughts.  I thought I’d post a Shakespeare sonnet that I’m sure you’ll adore:

Sonnet 148

O me! what eyes hath love put in my head

Which have no correspondence with true sight:

Or if they have, where is my judgement fled

That censures falsely what they see aright?

If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,

What means the world to say it is not so?

If it be not, then love doth well denote

Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s: No,

How can it? O how can love’s eye be true,

That is so vex’d with watching and with tears?

No marvel then though I mistake my view:

The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind

Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find!

I’d love to know all your thoughts,

yours, 

KC