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Under the Olive Tree Shade

Three years after completing my degree in Performing Arts, three months away from a new year, I get the experience of my life. An experience I'd like to think every ARTist embraces? The Womxn's Theatre Festival, which is in its fifth year now, was the ticket to that ARTistic Experience of a Lifetime. First, it's the space that touches you. The same space that will talk to you, and eventually, engulf you. We are not even at the first show of the day. It was in the liveliness of the people who call Olive Tree Theatre a pART of them. [Situated on the second floor of Yarona Mall in Wynberg - which my geography argues with saying it's in Alex. No? Maybe? Yes?]
It was in how the cleaners, the bar and behind the counter people, the photographer, the sound guy, in how we as first-timers, get to belong.
Such experiences are beautYful. Such spaces help us escape ourselves. The conversations before and after the show. The new relationships that can blossom from such spaces. I'd do this everyday over Tea (thanks Karabo) , if I could.
They even have a little book shelf next to the couches area, something that I see growing (if you're out there and looking to donate books, please find Olive Tree Theatre and do best). These are the spaces we need to frequent and become pART of the aura and talk that make them.
Here's to telling more stories. Here's to being pART of the story. Here's to finding shade under the Olive Tree.

#ForAllOfUsWithUntoldStories

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