Soulful Cries

I’ve been very emotional these past two weeks. This past week alone I’ve cried almost every day. If I cried in public, it might alarm people because of the depth of my tears. Amaya Angelou in her poem “Still I Rise” would call my tears “soulful cries”. As you read this, you may think that…

Mindful Monday #152 – See Into Life

I started a new project on Friday which I am excited about. After a 10hr workday, I traveled home, overnight for 6 hours, with Brother Teddy. Today, my sister, the doc student, will defend her dissertation this afternoon. The 6 hour trip and lack of sleep is all worth it. It’s important to me to…

You Have a Choice to Get Off the Train

“It seems like you were on the train.” I told the woman with tired, worn eyes. “On the train?” She asked in a confused tone. In the moments leading up to what she revealed to me, I found myself linking her experience to a similar experience I had over eight years ago. A romantic relationship, which…

Blind Trust

I’m filled with emotion. I just saw a screening of a movie that I worked on last fall, called “La La Land”. It was amazing and is perhaps the best movie I have worked on in my career. The cinematography and art direction is beautiful, the story a universal story – that everyone can relate to and…

Step Into Faith

My current improv class is an awareness class. In each class, we are asked to observe our habits and be aware of how our body feels and moves. Various exercises help us discover and unlock our natural triggers from our emotions, space, movement and sound to be a foundation to create a character. Creating characters…

Facing Your Fears Can Be Isolating

I will be headed out of town for work in a few days. I have a lot to do to prepare for my trips, yet I sit and write. I am writing because I need to. I’ve been having trouble writing these past few weeks and I don’t know why? As I caught up with…

Tune Tuesday #22 – Where is the Love?

In November, I was in isolation from the familiar. I wasn’t in Los Angeles, but home with my family. While I visit my family often, I didn’t have the energy, or communication with friends that have become standard during my visits home. Being sick shifted all my plans for the month. A week visit home…

The Final Curtain Call

I first experienced death when I was seven.  One of my close cousins died, followed by both of my grandmothers in a six-month period.  I experienced so much death as a child that I grew numb to death.  It wasn’t until I was 15, when a high school friend died that death became hard.  I…