Seriously, I know it’s not September. It’s just that September cannot come soon enough. This Summer heat beats down on me. My flesh is damp in response to the roasting I’m receiving, and yet, is not nearly cooling enough. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t relish the idea Of being that much older. My birthday […]
Recently, I completed the Tough Mudder event at Pocono Manor. It was definitely tough and very muddy. I knew it would be a challenging run, so I trained hard. I used a variety of workouts to try to prepare my body. And for the last few days before the event, I did my best to
On November 11, 2011 (commonly referred to as 11-11-11), I spent over 6 hours in a high school classroom offering an experience of InterPlay techniques and forms to 6 different classes of students. I’m grateful to my co-teacher, Anita Bondi, who is a magnificent teacher and improviser. She responded to the students in the moment in
As I’ve started to become part of the blogosphere, I am reading more and more blogs. I especially like to read the blogs of creative people. Typically, I like to count myself among them. I find that as I’m writing, there’s a temptation to compose the post as if I have a lot to say
I had a Twitter conversation recently that invited me to look at the ways that I could use creative outlets to constructively involve the energy from feelings. That’s a mouthful, huh? Feelings as the energy of the moment I think that feelings are e-motion or energy-in-motion. (I think I first heard this concept from my
Imagine for a moment that it’s blogging day and nothing is coming to the blogger. It’s not that nothing is going on. It’s just the “what to blog about” question. Now, imagine that the blogger is me. No imagination required, actually. It’s sort of like the white space on a whiteboard. It’s perfectly fine. In fact,
Though she probably didn’t realize it at the time, a new blogging and tweeting friend of mine nudged me to write this. I had another great idea for a blog, but my day-job cut into the moments I had set aside to research and write it, so the research never got done. When she first wrote
As much as we humans may fight it, right now – the present moment – is the only moment we have. It’s etched in the words of the philosophers and 12-step programs. “One day at a time.” My core artistry is music. And I’m often a perfectionist about it. The trick is that my voice
Inspiration. Is it something to wait for? or look for? I used to think that if I just waited long enough, inspiration would come to me. It was a sort of “the-world-owes-me-a-living” approach to the muse. As if being an artist was enough to inform the world that I would need bursts of revelation and
