Weaving strands together

For the past few months we have been questioning what it is that we we have been working with, what is at the essence of what we are doing? This question has persisted but the answer eluded us. Our conversations and blogs continued, but it seemed that the only way to get to this heart of this piece was to actually be in the studio and working with it. We then work differently, our minds are engaged in the work in a different way, we have to trust our intuition and what we bring in to the space; what has informed the work and the material that we have developed in long improvisations over the past 6 months.
This weekend was a breakthrough, it is as if we have moved closer to the core of this piece, so what seemed like disparate elements, different 'strands', as we called them, began to conflate.
On example of this was when we were working on a section that we named 'bickering'and 'cooking'.
In this section we are performing directly to the audience, the text we are using has come from stories that we have written down about our mothers. We perform this as if we are bickering like the 'adolescents' that we have been dreaming about, we are betraying eachother, we then developed this in the rehearsal by bringing in another strand, this was of the 'war' and the 'silences' that surround our parents in relation to the 'war'; how we heard stories about this when we were children, but they were only fragments and did not make sense to us. There seemed to be a 'silence' surrounding the experiences, something unsaid. This became another 'strand': the 'silence'. In 'bickering', the bickering subsides and the silences then became more distinct. Amanda started to sing a war song, as if in some kind of reverie, and this evoked the silence, the memories of a time past, the memories and stories that unknowingly get passed onto us. So in this particular section we have the threes strands beginning to interweave and layer the work. The 'silence' the 'adolescents' from our 'dreams' and the the 'domesticity' of our mother's stories which corresopnded to a particular time in their childhood. This interweaving of the strands happened very easily, it was as if the material was being activated as we began to weave these strands together.