“I don’t see a big tent… do YOU see a big tent, Ollie?”
“No, Stanley, but I do see Tori standing there under a striped umbrella, looking a bit like a wannabe tightrope walker expecting a thunderstorm…”
“Don’t look now… butted in a Marx Brother from outside the frame, “But she’s trying to shoot an elephant in my pajamas!”
Thus endeth today’s absurd exercise in I-didn’t-know-how-to-start-this-post. No, there’s not a point to it, so you can stop looking.
But there IS a point
to this Big Tent stuff.
The last few posts here have offered an early glimpse of the Circus Serene metaphor/brand, and where I thought the brand was going. Many detours and a year later, some of those ideas have become reality, a few were ‘red-lighted’, and others are still in rehearsal. But one thing *not* included in those posts, or the early metaphor?
The Big Tent.