Yoga is a practice. Wholehearted living is a practice. Just like learning a new instrument, these things are a practice. There is always room for growth. In the last year, I have been practicing meditation. For years I have met the “do you meditate?” question with resistance and “I’ve tried but I’m terrible at it.”… Continue reading Practicing Gratitude, Welcoming Miracles
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I am doing research on suicide in the arts for suicide prevention week and was startled by the high risk faced by creative professionals. The rate is four times higher than the average population. One possible cause is the recurring rejection of a personal product, or yourself in the case of performers. Stress adds to… Continue reading Teaching Him to Feel His Pain
When Aidan came home a year ago asking me if he was a mistake, my heart broke. He continued to ask questions about my marriage to XN. I explained that my pregnancy was a very happy accident, my miracle baby, but marrying XN was a mistake because he didn’t make me happy and we were… Continue reading Letting Go. No. Seriously. Let me go.
When I started watching HBO’s “Big Little Lies” a couple of weeks ago I wasn’t sure what to expect. All I knew was that it was a fiercely female storyline and cast. I was also caught up on the other shows we watch and without my husband for a week so thought I’d check it… Continue reading The Big Little Lies We Tell Ourselves
His absence gave my mother the space she needed to find herself. It gave my sisters and me the possibility for peace we hadn’t known. The moments when he would come back into our lives wreaked havoc on any progress I’d made, more often than not he’d be drunk and embarrassing. These occasions opened old wounds and it became very clear to me that the best thing he could do was to stay away.
This week, I did not go to work, not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t. I am walking the fine line of keeping my shit together and completely falling apart. I know that, and I also know what my priorities are, which are different than they used to be. Work or a… Continue reading “Even heroes have the right to bleed”
I haven’t worked in the business since before my son was born but I have been applying for theatre jobs steadily for the last year. I haven’t been seriously looking. I was just keeping an eye on the market and if a dream position came up I’d apply. Not once did I get an interview.… Continue reading Faith and Intuition: In Practice
Aidan is gone for ten days. Markus has been gone for five and will return late tomorrow. I find myself with an entire day to myself and knowing exactly what to do. I slept until nearly 10:00 this morning. Once normal, or even early, this is unheard of these days when 8:00 seems like a… Continue reading Gift of Time
My parents separated for the first time when I was 6 years old. I didn’t understand what was happening. I was told we were moving and would be closer to Grandma and Grandpa. This excited me. I don’t recall feeling extraordinary loss at the time and it didn’t take long for my father to follow… Continue reading What I Never Wanted