Sunday, August 27, 2006

Gratitude for Someone Special to Me

One of my greatest teachers is my friend Sandra. I met her while we were counselors at a summer camp. I had a crush on her because she was so independent and creative. She was always working on some dance project and she exuded a quiet strength. I admired her and her energy drew me in. We have become very tight and special friends in the 10 years we've known eachother. We've seen each other through the trials and tribulations of life. We've watched each other grow.

I respect Sandra so much. I am gushing but this is how I feel. She is one of the wisest people I know. Her advice always comes from a nonjudgemental, centered place while reminding me to look inside for the truth, even when it hurts. Even when the child in me wants to pout and throw a tantrum. Always patient, compassionate and empathetic when she sees me stumble and fall. She sees the truth where most people just see things from an ego-driven reactive point of view. She somehow understands why we act and react, and the motives that drive us. When I talk to her, my fears settle and I know that I must listen to the voice inside. I understand myself and the world around me a little more.

How lucky I am.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Red Flags and Long Nights

This photo that I took on the beach just goes so perfectly with the song from She Wants Revenge "Red Flags and Long Nights":

Whether it's two weeks, two years, or just tonight
You can occupy my every sigh, you can rent the space inside my mind
At least until the price becomes too high
I can find a reason that we should quit, I can find a reason to do it
I can find excuses for all my shit
She tells me just to work right through it
She's pretty and I like her but she's too well
"Cause I need red flags and long nights and she can tell
It's not that it's my fault, it's just my style
Beginning with a look and then a smile
She don't need a thing, she don't need saving or a lay
She's got all her friends around and you can hear them say
"He's not into you, he's into the idea of..."
But little do they know that she's not through.

~She Wants Revenge

More Mary Oliver

Excerpt from "The Summer Day"

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

~Mary Oliver

When Death Comes

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

~Mary Oliver

Monday, August 21, 2006

Reflecting Back

It's been a year. A year give or take a few months...of being in LA on my own. Discovering and growing. So full of surprises and all I can say is that I am smiling and looking forward to so much. Moving forward with my plans.
New headshots.
Art corner in the kitchen.
Starting new work.

Friday, August 4, 2006

Dating Advice From a Friend

"Why don't you try dating someone who isn't an artist or musician for once? Someone who doesn't work in the arts at all. They can enjoy art...a lot...just not be employed in that field. They can have any other job in the world just not in the arts. Why don't you try that once? How about a few times? See the difference. And they should be over age 35...(sigh) alright at least 30 years old. Just try it!"
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