| dukha |
[May. 5th, 2009|09:51 am] |
The arts are suffering. Every day my inbox is dominated by friends or agencies urging me to write to my congressmen to remind them of the value of the arts and to please maintain funding for it. For me.
And yet, we get more calls at Touchstone for arts in education work than we can handle. No one is interested is us making theatre, but they want us to make it with their children. But how can we be good teachers of art-making if we aren't making art ourselves. How can we inspire the creativity in others when it is drained out of ourselves?
But how can I ask individuals or philanthropic organizations or the government for money to support my arts organization of choice when everyone I know is losing their job, their home, their inspiration. How did we get here? |
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[May. 3rd, 2009|09:34 pm] |
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I was sitting at services on Saturday morning and I thought I'd like to start up my blog again. Not very Shabbat-y, but here I am. I had a great idea that I wanted to blog about, but now I've forgotten it. I'm reading a book called Still Alice which is about a woman who's life is breaking down thanks to her early-onset Alzheimer's disease. I, naturally, begin to notice all the things I am forgetting. So I go through the days of the previous week (thanks, Shabbat, for the opportunity to do so) and I think about where I was each morning and a big thing from the day. And it is always work or event related. There is no day for which I think "ah, yes, that was the day I read and did yoga all day" or "that was the day David and I went hiking all day" or if I do think about such a day, it is usually accompanied by "and then I worked" or "and then my back hurt" or something equally disappointing and day-ruining. Though work rarely ruins my day, especially when I feel like I make a difference. Maybe on Shabbat I was thinking about the times work does ruin my day and the value of taking a Shabbat and just stopping sometimes. Like now. |
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| A Thought |
[Jan. 31st, 2009|08:38 pm] |
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I love my husband. And I like him. |
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| thoughts |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|11:37 pm] |
i love that michelle obama wears flats.
i love that we had a nearly sold out house for our play tonight.
i love that yoga helped me feel better when i was sick.
i love that it is fall again. just like last year. |
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| vacation all i ever wanted |
[Jul. 29th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
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one more week of work before vacation. counting down the days. committed to NOT working over break. could this be the year that actually happens? |
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| news |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|06:23 pm] |
i'm losing some titles and gaining new ones:
to lose:
single, girlfriend
to gain:
married, wife, step mom
Hooray! |
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| wowza |
[Jun. 2nd, 2008|10:49 am] |
In 3rd or 4th grade, my friend Cary Ann Nixon had tickets to see New Kids On The Block live in concert at the Civic Center in Pensacola. She was telling me all about it, but then she asked someone else to go with her. I was so sad. I had had a dream that Jordan, the one I liked of the 5 band-mates, was kissing a Hawaiian princess, but clearly he was supposed to be kissing me, his biggest fan and one-true-love. I knew that if I'd gone to that concert, I could have told him about the dream, and we could set things straight.
Well, here's my chance...They're back. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 23rd, 2008|12:15 am] |
Dear Brain,
Please relax. Stop worrying about things that are out of your control. At the point, the only thing you can do to make the play a great success is to trust and support. That's all.
So go to New York this weekend, relax, and don't worry. Don't dwell. Think about the love and beauty that is around you and carry that back next week.
Love,
Heart
PS - Get some rest. |
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