The Feast

An 11th Century Banquet.

The Moreno Psychodrama Society invites you to a 21st Century Feast as our Winter Gathering approaches on Sunday, 3 June 2007 from 1 – 3 p.m.
Please bring a banquet type food to share, something to drink and join in as we celebrate the life of our society.
Venue: PIM - 155 Langridge Street, Collingwood
Other festivities to be expected:
- gentle music
- story tellers chair
- raffle

RSVP to Sue, Nikki, Gillian or Patricia
or telephone PIM - 94163779

Theatre of Spontaneity - May 2007

On Friday 25 May the Moreno Psychodrama Society hosted the 4th Theatre of Spontaneity at PIM. The theme was 'Gardening'. Nikki Alderman warmed the audience up with a poem that she wrote, 'Seed by Seed'. Later Phil Smalley and Sue Daniel wrote some poems. Here are the three poems.

Poem No. 1

Seed by Seed

Seed by marvelous seed

Step by ever-changing step
Small and unsteady, rich with possibility
I need something to turn my dreams into reality

Speak to me, Water me, Feed me, See all the tiniest changes in me
Love me enough to grow

Sprout by dew-filled sprout
Stride by ever-changing stride
Childlike and playful, borne to the world
I need something to help me along the way

Sing to me, Dance with me, Water me, Feed me, See all the beauty I’m bringing into life
Love me enough to grow

Leaf by variegated leaf
Skip by ever-changing skip
New and inviting, strange at times yet delighting
I need something to make me want to stay

Give me light, make it bright, other leaves just like me and I also quite like variety
Love me enough to grow

Plant by emerging plant
Walk by ever-changing walk
Full of personality, distinctive by nature
I need something to take up my space in the world

Laugh with me, Talk to me, Water me, Feed me, Smell of my blossoms to lighten your day
Love me enough to grow


Tree by glorious tree
Leader by ever-changing leader
Dreamer and visionary, Flexing and responsive
I need something to help other things flow

Lean on me, Hug me, Make me to know….all of your wildest dreams
Love me enough to grow

Forest by expanding forest
World by ever-changing world
Simple and complex, cycles we know
I need something…..perhaps just a good sound earth for my expected berth

Yet…..I have what I need
I had forgotten I started as a seed

Nikki Alderman

Poem No. 2

In the garden of my mind

When I close my eyes,
Words, the seeds of feelings,
Grow in the soil of my soul.

Watering gently
With tears of love and sorrow,
Tiny shoots emerge,
Buds form with the promise of flowers.

A peace descends,
Then the excited chatter,
As eyes open to share stories of new dreams.

Distant hills and daffodils,
Shrubs and Hillocks,
Birds chorus in evening’s trees.

Time stands still
In the garden of my mind.

Phil Smalley

Poem No. 3

Buzzing Silence

Cicadas strum way out back
Wooden wind chimes clap
Dappled light brings
Soft sounds of butterfly wings

Sue Daniel

Kia Ora from Waikanae Beach

Well here we are in the Land of the Long White Cloud.

Just thought I’d post a few pics. We are having a relatively nice little holiday over here so far. The seagulls drop pipis on our flat roof to get them open. Its like being bombed. Everywhere we look is another postcard picture I’m sitting here looking at the sea today which is calm and three shades of blue. Kapiti Island is a clear view today too with not so many clouds.

Sam is staying with us at the moment. That’s him up there balancing on the fence at one of the lookouts. We enjoyed a visit from Kath Kelly not long ago too - didn’t want to let her go! Just a big hint that yes we do miss our Australian friends and psychodrama community. I’m loving being able to look at the blog. Went to Wanganui on Friday for a Tangi (funeral) at the Putiki Pa. My Mum’s cousin died. That was a cultural experience and a half. Met some relatives I have never met before. There were at least a few hundred people there. Stirred up a lot of old memories. There was some beautiful voices and some beautiful songs sang. Lethe and I are doing Maori language classes and having a ball.

Love to you all

Arohanui

Katrina Gaskin

April 2007