It has been exaclty 3 months since I turned 30. Since then I have: visited an old city in a new way picked sunflowers and wildflowers on a Sunday in August made a peach pie with the radio on awoken early to walk the beach at sunrise in July read a few new books laughed… Continue reading Checkpoint
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Born homesick
Two animals pressed upon the opposite walls of a cage. There is no rest yet. There is only mistrust. What a way to start this. I snarl and so do you. You lash out at me and I slash back. We, neither of us, leave our sides of the invisible line. You grind your teeth… Continue reading Born homesick
The West Village
Off the grid. Made of winding old pathways with cobblestone and brick buildings hugging close together, telling secrets. The flower boxes, bright red and hot pink, are saturated in the setting sun. Out of every corner bar, with a name gold-leafed on the dark windows; comes the aroma of wine, wood floors and whiskey. I… Continue reading The West Village
A Keeper
This past weekend from the window of the car; as I passed state after state heading north west; I saw the small dustings of autumn. It wasn't hard to miss, a few of the trees were touched slightly yellow and even more so a few days later, bushes were vibrant red and orange closer to… Continue reading A Keeper
wishing stones
A dream. A dream about a big backyard and glowing sunset filtering through the trees. Twinkle lights hung abound and laughter punctured through music as if it were written in (in pencil, of course, at final dress). A cello, soft and low; a whisper, sweet and promising, and a ring of flowers in my hair.… Continue reading wishing stones
A prayer for the Sentinels
To Mom and Dad Who have stood and watched patiently as I lay stationary, trying to find a way up. Figuratively. I imagine the two of you like this 29 years ago as I first learned to walk, Standing somewhere close by whispering affirmations and atta' girls but knowing I had to learn how to… Continue reading A prayer for the Sentinels
Mind Flutterings
Being an actor is complicated. Mostly because I complicate it with a desire to have success immediately and exactly in the way I believe it should come. Control is an issue, and trying to control a creatively expressive career is not wise. Trying to control your creative life fully is like trying to catch and… Continue reading Mind Flutterings
Illumination
These moments of suspended unknowing are grounded as well as up-gazing. I think, who will know more than me in this moment? And then I sit and look at the trees While I look, I hear things the frogs and crickets, the birds singing lullabies and the brush of the wind. Oh yes, I remember… Continue reading Illumination
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