Jumpin’ July

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We have hit the seventh month of the year everyone! Number 7! I don’t know about you but the first half of 2016 went by like a bullet train. I know the saying goes that the older you get the quicker time seems to rush by, but I’m not that old! LOL

May and June were a whirlwind of activity, dormancy and change.

  • The season finale of Shampagne was released.
  • I produced my first critically acclaimed off-off-off  broadway play (Thanks NY Times)
  • I directed my first full length production (#teachingartist)
  • I did a few readings and an awesome show at ANT Fest
  • Celebrated my grandmother’s 90th
  • Went to the Jersey shore for the first time

Those are the highlights, couple of lowlights too, but no one’s life is all ups all the time, right?

Anyhoo,

July 🙂

New month needs a theme, motivation, quotes and all that jazz. More than that, I realized that by not blogging, I actually wasn’t tracking my feelings either. This space is where I actually get to take a minute, breathe, and tune in to what I want for myself. A place to be honest and right now? I need that.

Cool. July! Here’s to you! May you be hot, steamy, challenging and fun 🙂

Ciao

 

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“Where Have YOU Been?”

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Yup!

I know that’s the question some may be asking.

“She said she would post something at least once a week this year. Well, she barely posted anything in January, and February, that was just a complete write off! Why is she making promises she clearly CANNOT keep?”

OKAY! OKAY! OKAY!

That’s the conversation I just had with: MYSELF. LOL.

Yes. I did say once a week.

Yes. I have looked at the calendar and realize that it is March 7th. (Holy Moly.)

BUT,

Yes! I AM WRITING A BLOG POST!!!

Let me tell you something. Launching a web series, taking on more hours at work, planning two events for the theater company I’m involved with, teaching international students on the LES, AND directing a full-length production of a Greek classic is pretty time consuming.

So…when left with the option of sleeping in, getting brunch or writing a blog post. It is obvious that the latter was never an option I chose.

OOPS.

But let me tell you something, I probably wouldn’t trade these weeks for anything (well, most of them anyway). I have learned so much about myself, what I want, definitely DON’T want, and what I need to stay happy, healthy and whole. Being an adult is tough. Being an artist is hard. Being both? Man, what a challenge.

But let me tell you I am on a journey I would not change. All you have to do is check out these two videos to truly understand why it’s all worth it.

And so I present to you:

Shampagne!

Ciao 🙂

 

Ritual

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It was a week ago…
I was weak ago?
Converging together
Cars, trains, planes
Highways, railways, sky ways
irrigated with the tears of a clan
Kin
My clan, my kin
Smiles gave way to hugs gave way to “How ya been’s?”
Heightened attention was focused towards the table
That corner
That seat
At each phone ring
door opening,
plate of food delivered
memory spoken
The ritual
The exchanges
The reminders
A breath
Transition
Back to catch up:
“How ya been?”,
“How was the trip?”
“How’s the weather?”
“Thanksgiving wasn’t that long ago…”
Laughter, cards, beer and Jack
we find our center once again
The fog not lifted but easier to navigate with the headlamps called “family”
The ritual
The exchanges
The reminders
A breath
Transition
Clothes of black
Veils of protection
Cloth to soothe tired faucets
as they run free and clear without ceasing
The pats
The hands
The feeling of warmth radiated from outside constellations to yours
Laughter, cards, tea, and cake
We say our goodbyes
Reflect in our goodbyes
Knowing “good” and “bye” will never be said to you again
The ritual
The exchanges
The reminders
A breath
Transition
Peeling off the clothes
the foil
Saran Wrap
bottle caps
Holding one another with tall tales, peace and quiet, drinking of wine,
Liquor, both dark and clear
Burning out the fog to cling to one another and bathe in the faith,
Strength and love that sustains us.
Sustained you
Goodbye…