My training in psychodrama taught me everything I need to jump start my creative process and live the creative life of my dreams: inspiration, when needed, is always a moment away.
In reality, it's impossible for me to invite these five guests to a dinner party of my dreams - three of them are no longer living, for one thing, and I don't personally know the other two. But here they are on my list of guiding lights. Their names spring to mind instantly and intuitively. These are the artists I would choose today to place around me at a special dinner in their honor because I admire their work - they stimulate my creative imagination and touch deep pools of feeling in me.
My imagination seats them, well, why not here - the Menemsha Cafe on Martha's Vineyard? For the purposes of this creative exercise, the table we choose is round and not so small that it's crowded and not so large that we couldn't all hold hands and pray or something if the spirit moves us. . .
Ann Morrow Lindbergh, diarist, poet, mother, wife, memoirist, essayist, international traveler and early aviation pioneer.
Thornton Wilder, playwright who wrote about my native New England and "ordinary" life, and death in a fictional town I know well.
Meryl Streep, actor, the kind of actor who takes huge emotional risks and dives deeply into a role; the kind of actor I want to write plays for.
Mary Oliver, nature poet of New England who feeds the soul with the spirit of renewal, survival, truth and beauty.
Eugene O'Neil, playwright, who carves out the emotional reality of the wounded and wounding family dynamics we struggle to survive and heal.
We are here.
Now I have the beginnings of some kind of map to some imagined place I have yet to visit,
but will.