Train-ing...  back to NY from Charlotte, N.C.
 
There's a black Tom Waits talkin salvation to a man in a black leather cap. 
The handsome, young train conductor is making sign language to someone behind me
at the snack bar. His apple juice is swishing in the plastic quart jug.  He yawns and leans
on his hand, taking pause between working on parts of a cross word puzzle. 
Passing shrubs of brown, yellow, red and green - tall thin trees and the occasional home,
like islands in the wilderness.  My vision is quickly blurred by a fast freight train
rushing by the other direction. White blossoming trees draw my attention as do swampy
ponds and a house with tombstones in the backyard.  A town appears for a moment,
a graveyard, houses, and churches, laundry hung out to dry and a crowd of people
with a police car - lights flashing - something went awry, an event and the community
is witness on the scene.  Now the man in the black leather cap is croaking back in that
characteristic Tom Waits bellow. Voices spilling out over the music in my ears. 
Just ahead of Richmond, VA. train held before a bridge due to some burning trees beneath. 
The 'all safe' and we got on our way.
 
 
 
The Other End of the Spoon...,
My long day of auditions (for a show I'm directing), Ode To The Actors
 
It feels so free to be charging at the influx of the source, my creative sangria poured
and tasted to leave my tongue wanting of the glass. 
 A day of good, good, good and I'm good to be exchanging energies
with the most generous of souls that offer themselves as vessels for other's lives
to transport and stories to be told through. 
How many ways strong can come, how many forms soft can take
and how finely tuned an instrument to play is that of human kind and human pain. 
There is a gift in  the act of giving.  There is a resonance in the room each person
adds their own tone.  What a spread of sounds we make as walls echo,
warp and shake.  Like a wave his feelings went through me and in the after shock
we both reverberated with an exhale and perplexity.  Has a demon entered the building? 
So immense this energy we compose, generate and transmit. 
The daggers are left here.  The rings and promises, the willing steps and hesitations. 
Voices sharp as knives to cut the space between us, pounding like the ocean fervor,
landing with animosity and resound to retract and rush in again.
Once more to the battlement of emotion. 
Once more to the trembling of triumphant exposure, stakes penetrating
and shattering the concrete box.  
This here the space we'll soften and carve, net in hand to gather the shiny stones and shells,
feathers and leaves, pine cones and petals- all completely unique and lovely,
our excavators of existence and human connection - the sea of many actors in new york city.

Posted: March 26th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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"Work like you don't need the money.  

Dance like no one is watching. 

And love like you've never been hurt. "  (Mark Twain) 

Posted: March 13th, 2008 under Quoted, Uncategorized.
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Beginnings and endings and everything that takes place in between all come together at the same intersection. The active journey, the ACT OF JOURNEY.All collide in arrival and departure and flight.I am pursuing my destiny, my dreams.  I’ve been preparing for some time and now — I’m no my way to JFK.  New York city.Valentine’s Day 2008Filled with hope and excitement from within myself and from the wellspring of those who infuse my life – those who believe in me and the act of journey.I seek only the prize of growth and experience and innerconnections with the lovely human forms.What is life about more than following this bliss.Many shared words, eyes in eyes, a coin, Queenie’s hair, all the support of family and friends – I feel blessed, loved.  And the yeast and sugar are co-mingling, conspiring such a loaf of bread to rise!!This earth is so beautiful and I think of all my relations.  I feel what I’m doing is not just from me, my motives, but an extension of so many other hearts.  All the little ones are in this too.  My mom was so sweet when dropping me off, dad too.  Brennan, Jeremy, Colin and Zhenya, Cy, Maui, Jen, Jamie, Raina, Hannah & Family, Malia, Diana, Nejat & Family. I really hope that the one that’s part of my soul – the part of me I left behind finds his way – toward the light, towards mental health and healing.  That’s where his happiness lies.   The universe will take care of everything and all.  ”YOUR LIFE IS AN OCCASION – RISE TO IT!”Up, up and away!! 

Posted: February 14th, 2008 under Uncategorized, my thoughts.
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Tonight is Hogmanay, the holiday began by the Scots, celebrating the transition from one calendar year to the next.  A week ago was the Winter Solstice.   From the Yule tree to the fire, candles lit in memorium, musical journeys on the santoor, the warmth of a friend’s hug – to the sun setting into the ocean, prayers in the heat of a lodge, warm mulled wine and winter squash soup..  Silence, words, remembrance.  My grandmother was born on Dec. 31 at midnight.  When her mother was asked which date shall be her daughter’s birthdate – she answered, “On the date when I did all the work..”  My great grandmother, who lived to 103 yrs. old was born on New Years Day. Two birthdays, ancesters born at this time. At this time two close friends are losing a parent (each).  My heart goes out to them. There IS beauty everywhere.  And in each day.  Each breath.  Love those you love - now.   Love yourself.  Live out your dreams.  This world is quivering at the excitement of you, eagerly anticipating all you can do.  This year will be the year of ‘doin the damn thing’, as a good friend once said.  A year of action, new beginnings, following through, creating one’s destiny..   Carpe dium to all!  Be the peace you wish to see.

Posted: December 31st, 2007 under Uncategorized, my thoughts.
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