Was it a performance? Yes, even though we were only occasionally and incidentally watched. Who was the audience? White Oak staff in pickup trucks and vans passing by, waving to us; each other; and the camera, which Will held, which caught us doing just a little bit of what we overall did.
This camera was the focusing point of, and a glimpse into and out of "all-time, all-place" -- the constant witness, the constant audience. That the audience is an aspect of the divine, toward which we open, for whom we make ourselves available: this is one of the most pleasurable thoughts I am having at White Oak. Also, I realize that part of what I'm trying to figure out is the sacramental possibility of our current set of tools -- camera, laptop, iPod. What I've been suspecting for a while is true: St. Clare's monstrance really is a camera.
Thank you, White Oak, and all the people and pleasures within.
This is what happens across the water, behind the waterfall, as Will approaches the bench: