Sister Clare flew down to North Carolina just in time for the fullness of spring--dogwoods blooming, pollen snowing, and little green worms paratrooping out of the sky on ther silver threads. Each day, I drove Clare to a studio deep in the woods at Carolina Friends School, where she worked with my actors on six (!) dances for my upcoming play. I mostly exiled myself from rehearsals, but Clare invited me back fifteen minutes early each day to review the day's work. I couldn't have been more happy--Clare's instincts for the raw, feral, liturgical energy of the play was just perfect. You'd think we shared genes or something... ;)