A thing that is coming up in rehearsal is When to Begin. Going through poems about how we pick ourselves up time and again, (like painted moths/ have wandered the blue sky, and died again), it seems that the key is not so much to start as it is to catch the crest of a wave. Finding the time to begin speaking or the time to commence movement should feel more like riding a wave. It’s a response to a continuous thing that remains connected to its past and future. How this is relevant: we should try to feel the collective breath and catch the wave whenever we can.  Punctuation should feel like a crashing wave (sharp but still part of a continuing cycle), not like hitting a wall.  xoJojo