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Nov18

I feel the exact same way and I will stand for Lgbtquia+ brothers and sisters however and whenever I can. Allyship with legs. ❤️

Fixed

Nov2

I got written up at my job today.

In a situation where my take, perspective, voice, wasn’t considered even for a moment.

I usually acquiesce, taking it on the chin when I disagree with a thing. The goal to be coachable and listen to my coach on the wrong turns. But today it was – hers. Really hers.

Still, she was insistent she was correct then low key called me a liar. This kinda thing makes you and your team member feel like adversaries.

I left feeling like a left foot who can do nothing right. Angry. Demoralized. Dismissed.

It’s a little depressing to work this way.

But, God is a fixer.

I later opened up my email to notice I have a note from the editor working on my films. He’d sent me a video clip (shortened here) for our composer search.

I watched. And as I did, the effects of my day faded.

Everything will be okay.

Happiness.

Death and the Lifeline…

Apr26

Friday was my mother’s birthday. She would have been 82.

I’m still gutted and can’t breath properly when I think about her death.

But some days, I’m present to loving her more now than ever. Because I see her efforts as a mom, how she tried to raise these people who would be prepared for the world in certain ways, and always value, even protect one another as a tribe-band-siblings. And more and more, to her heart as a woman, her reach and passion for the world around her, in the absence of that trait, anywhere.

Then I’m gutted again, for the void of that. Seeing in the most profound way, how indispensable people truly are.

(A lesson I don’t think anyone truly gets, till a loved one who they are engaged with dies.)

But, I’ve been moving forward.

I moved out of New York. Went back to school. Been trying my hand at online dating off and on (the pits still).

Made my first short in years, in a directing class.

A simple assignment, 3 shots edited to sounds not from the shoot.

I felt like I had just gotten out of bed, pulled the cover back on my life.

Found the fire in the embers.

Repost I

Jun4

                                                                                                                                                                                 Romance is the glamour
which turns the dust
of everyday life into
a golden haze.

Elinor Glyn

via A Golden Haze

A ReBlog: For the Inconsequential.

Feb25

via Think you can’t make a difference? — Purplerays

 

Art That Takes You Home

Jan13

…sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing
its loveliness…

~ Galway Kinnell

As an artist who lives in a culture dissimilar from the one in which I was raised, I am hyper-aware that much I was oriented on and knew as valuable growing up, is absent from my present environment. In the US, and in New York.

As a young woman my parents afforded me the chance to travel to the US for high school and to stay on for college. My parents didn’t agree with my every choice as a young woman, but they allowed me power over my own destiny, after a certain age.

However living in a culture with little indigenous influence, is a shift that takes a lifetime of adjustment. And I’ve honestly – not – very well.

Instead I remain hungry and attuned to any expression of it which happens along.

And in this choreographer, I recognized the reference to the ancient, ritual, and indigenous immediately. So I’ve looked him up, for more reconnection to what was revived in my spirit.

And been watching ever since, settling in.