Friday, January 9, 2015

Monologue Mania Day# 331 by Janet S. Tiger Gift Tea Jan. 9, 2015

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Monologue Mania Day# 331 by Janet S. Tiger Gift Tea  Jan. 9, 2015
          This is the same character from Days # 15, 41-53, 69, 84, 96, 105, 118, 156, 173, 175-8, 181-5, 269.  Southern accent.
                                  Gift Tea
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             (T enters carrying a box that is gift-wrapped, waves it at her granddaughter.)
Look, our first gifty of the season.  We are all given gifts.  Many gifts.  This one here is the first for Christmas this year, and it will certainly not be the last, I know, but it is far from the most important, because there are many gifts that arrive every day.
              (She sets the box on a table, touches it) 
Because they do not come wrapped in a box with a big bow, we often do not identify them as such.

This is both a tragedy and a comedy at the same time.

The discovery of these gifts as gifts is our journey through life.

And, of these gifts, you are experiencing one right now, one you have no idea is so special.....(listens)  Why, it's possibly one of the greatest gifts of all.....the gift of self-doubt.
Why do I say that?  Outside of the fact I am old enough to say whatever I please, and you do not have to listen if you don't want to, I say it because it is so amazingly true.
And it is not easy to see it, let alone to comprehend its immense impact on our lives.
Our ability to doubt ourselves is so immense, that even when we are sure of somethin, we still have doubts. 
Our doubts enable us to keep pushing forward to find a truth that we can never attain.
This is what keeps us goin - are we right about ourselves?  Are we the most wonderful things ever to walk the face of this earth?  Or are we the lowest creatures of the dark, able to do despicable things that will haunt us forever?
Which are we?  Do we ever really know?
We say we know, we say we understand, we say we believe...but do we?
We wake up, we are able to see the light - or hear the sounds of mornin, and do we know what a gift it is until we can't do these things? 
We look at others, who tell us they are depressed, and we think, how can they be that way when it is a beautiful day, when they have such lovely cars and houses and family?  How do we know what that self-doubt dark cloud is like until we camp under it for a day, a week, a month...years.
Doubts, depression, we think a dose of sunshine will cure what ails us.  And sometimes it does, proving we are always right.
But the wonder, the question, the doubt that we have is the best possible, that is what causes men to sail across oceans of time and space, for women to keep children alive in the midst of amazing tragedy - it is not the belief, it is the doubt that gives us the faith to hope.  Because the other side of faith.  As grandma always said, no matter how thin, a pancake always has two sides.  And that is what the coin and doubt.  Without the doubt, there can be no faith.  So don't you worry about your doubts, I know it just means that your faith is very strong.....
That's why doubt is a's the box that hides the faith until we rip open all the packing, to discover the gift we knew we had all along. .....
            (She goes to hug her granddaughter, turns to exit, stops, looks back)
Of course, I could be wrong, but I doubt it.


Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

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