judith cockman

My return to the Toronto stage #1 !!!

oh! getting back onstage afer so many years! GLORIOUS!

fabulous ensemble

my Woman described in reviews as:
“quirky and enigmatic”  “deliciously mischievous”  “full of energy and sheer theatricality”
what a script. what a theatre company. what terrific fun.

lucky me.

My return to the Toronto stage #2 !!! May/June 2017 was a BIG month

and 2 weeks later in a completley opposite role bringing Lawrence Aronovitch’s Sister to life, with In-The-Moment Theatre and the wonderful acting partner Jennifer Valance. directed by the talented Tony Babcock. so. much. fun. even though the material is heartbreaking … Aronovitch – watch out for his intelligent and beautiful work.

“Both my guest and I were blown away … Cockman and Vallance are vibrant actors, and their chemistry was incredible. Every word they spoke was imbued with double-speak so that by the end, you didn’t know what exactly you were meant to believe. The dialogue is a thing of beauty.”

“The women pace and confront each other with eyes that are hungry both for each other and for their goals. They are both riveting.”

what you wish you didn’t have to know about FRACKING


For every link I’ve supplied, there are a dozen more I could have included.

 I encourage you to just read through the article, and if you have a longing for proof, go back to the explorations.  Then keep digging – it’s endless.

Judith Cockman

December  17, 2013

In Alberta, Ronalie and Shawn Campbell’s previously excellent well water is now saturated with methane, ethane, propane, butane and isobutane.  The trees flanking their well – which is surrounded by over 50 energy wells within a one mile radius  – have died.  Jessica Ernst is heavy-lifting a $33 million lawsuit against Encana /Alberta Environment / and the Energy Resources Conservation Board.  Her skin burns and develops rash when she showers.  Not that she can do that anymore.  But she can light her water on fire.  Bruce Jack’s water well actually exploded.  He was hospitalized for a month with 3rd degree burns.

Flocks of canaries in our fracking mines.

Asthma.  Hair loss.   Burning eyes.  Burning skin.  Tremors.  Mouth ulcers.  Heart palpitations.  Stomach cramps.  Headaches.  Nosebleeds. Vomiting.  Projectile diarrhea.  Lesions.  Loss of balance.  Slurred speech.  Spitting blood.  Abscessed teeth.  Sick horses.  Dead goats.  Dead dogs, dead chickens, dead cats.  Dead cows.

 Symptoms of fracking contamination.  Because the chemicals that oil and gas companies use in their operations are called “proprietary”,  grasping the implications of such symptoms has been the stuff of detective novels.  (more…)

Mary Magdalene Kissed God, excerpt

mary magdalene kissed god


judith cockman




both middle aged

HE: blind
SHE: fragile

All other characters described are seen only by HE and SHE, and not by the audience.


The set consists of:

  • the one-dimensional cut-out of a tree, rooted CS
  • a roadside guardrail DS
  • a large convex mirror above the playing area that reflects particular movement onstage as though through a fish eye lens

Props and costumes suspend from the ceiling on invisible wire.


mary magdalene kissed god


Lights fade up to reveal HE standing still, facing off stage.  He’s wearing tuxedo trousers – faded and too short, held up with old fashioned suspenders.  Worn-out slippers.  A fanny pack.

Over the course of the first movement, until they are ready to leave, he moves on the spot, very minimally at a time, in a counter-clockwise direction, until he has executed a full 360. 

Seeing nothing.

SHE is seemingly looking into a mirror, carefully fixing her hair, which remains disheveled nonetheless.  She pins a little wedding veil into her hair, covering the back of her head.  All of her movements are executed sparsely.  Very little air is disturbed.  When she finishes with that job, she begins to apply smoky eye shadow, creating a dramatic effect.  This is magnified through the large convex mirror above her.

During this:

HE: What time is it?

SHE: There’s plenty of time.


HE: You said that last time.

She continues with her shadow until done, and then painstakingly applies mascara, checking her eyes closely after each application.  It’s smeared but she doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind.  (more…)

The Global Women’s Peace Initiative, United Nations, Geneva, Switzerland, 2002

“My Seat at the United Nations” found below, is the insider’s version of the Global Women’s Peace Initiative.  The following one is the Cover article that was published by Bloom Magazine.  This title was the name of the conference at the time.  I will add that this Initiative was the first, and, now re-named the Global Peace Initiative of Women, the organization is still effecting remarkable change in the world.  It was a tremendous honour to have been invited to participate in 2002, and I hope my life will allow me to be a part of it again some day.  You can read about them on their site GPIW

The Global Women’s’ Peace Initiative of Spiritual and Religious Leaders
United Nations, Geneva, Switzerland, 2002

by Judith Cockman

Cover Story,  Bloom Magazine,  December 2002

The mothers of the World came together in the great halls of the United Nations in Geneva, Switzerland on October 7, 2002.  They came carrying the mantle of religious and spiritual leaders.  They came as business and government leaders.  As women dressed in saris and slacks, simple brown tunics and Chanel suits.  Women committed to taking action for Peace.  Women determined to change the world.

And they did.

Five hundred women crossed oceans, crossed nations, crossed faiths, crossed race and crossed economic boundaries with an urgency that combusted.  The prayers of these powerful women lifted the roof of the United Nations off its hinges.  The intensity with which they worked for fours days shaped the paradigm shift we have been waiting for.  (more…)

Confessions in a Post Nutrient World

I participated in the Volcano Theatre’s inFORMING CONTENT symposium, themed FOOD, this spring. We listened to lectures presented by Jackman Humanities Institute Fellows, broke into groups, and, based on the lectures, within a few hours created interactive theatre for the public to participate in. I love Volcano Theatre.

My team was under the leadership of the talented playwright David Yee. We chose the sub-themes halal / kosher/ gagging to play with. Other than that, the field was wide open.

The following is the piece I wrote and delivered in the guise of a priest from behind a screened window – one audience member at a time. It was an astonishing experience, confessor to such diverse reactions! I adapted the script with each “confession” based on the answers I was receiving. The absolution, mentioned at the end, was a pre-wrapped host along the lines of Twinkie. Not a lot of takers …

As you read it, I invite you to give your confession …

Confessions in a Post Nutrient World    (more…)

Pit Stop

Pit Stop

He drove into her life.

There were a few dents in his doors and the exhaust pipe was about to fall off, but her front porch consisted of a broken, one-step stoop to a vintage trailer and a thirsty petunia, so no-one was lookin’ anyway.    (more…)

EXPLODE excerpt two


I want your skin  your thoughts your   sweat
I want your undying devotion
I want you to know me for who I am

I want you to hold me

I want you to listen to me
I want you to listen to me because you want to
I want you to listen to me because you like to
what I have to say
because you
need to know what I am saying
because you want to talk about it
because you want to laugh or
be touched by it

I want your soul in the palm of my hand


EXPLODE excerpt one


Can you still see me?
Your face isn’t clear, but I can see your eyes …
I have fed and nourished you with good intentions.
Remember me? I’m Mother.

Mother is God. To a child.   (more…)