They thought they had remembered the time of the performance – but alas , it was not even today ! No matter , Miren was here , alone on the empty stage and the universe was about to blossom forth , her creative and benevolent impulses lying in that innocent heart . Awake , a prayer is danced and we see for the first time into the nature of our own being .
” I celebrate myself , and sing myself .” – Walt Whitman , ” Leaves of Grass ”
Thank you to Miren Beane and her parents , Robbie and Cassandra ….