I don’t know why. Maybe it’s my friend Taylor Negron leaving this dimension, maybe not having had a drink in almost 5 years, maybe the drought/Isis/Indiana layer of things. Probably all the above. But as we round the corner to this Passover/Easter weekend I am steeped in the Mystery layer. Even as I buy groceries and write the script and promote UnCab, the big part is almost always there, asking to be considered. And in that light, sometimes it feels almost impossible that all ‘this’ exists. And I try to hold on to the feeling of cement or that note in Landslide. Sometimes I feel this world is a river of sadness and we are all building boats of comedy or numbness. Sometimes it feels like a river of joy. With rocks and crocodiles to avoid. Right after he died I had a dream that Taylor came to play a card game with me. I don’t play cards and we never played cards together. In this game both sides of the cards were backs. And only once you had the card in your hand was it revealed what the card was. And then as you played the cards morphed into other cards. So that the hand you were dealt actually changed as you were playing. There was no fated hand. Fate evolved as you played. New life grew from life as it was, changing what was. This is my hope for us this spring. That we can rebirth ourselves from here. And find the magic, be the magi, and breathe life into this place, this earth where we have come, ever so briefly, to play our part in the cosmic dance. Much love to you and yours as you part the seas, finding footing were it is almost impossible. As you walk from the cave, seemingly dead, yet back again for more. For we are sensitive and prone to despair those of us in this art tribe, but we are also resilient and surprisingly strong. xox bLearn More
I wrote a bog for HuffPo – Instruction on Grace – please do go read it, I think you’ll like it!
They like you to add a picture to your blogs – and sure, who doesn’t like a picture!
But when I went to grab a picture for grace, well, really all that made sensewas one of those girls-with-open-arms-in-silhouette-against- blue-sun-filled-sky shots. Some included maybe the ocean. Maybe some birds. Maybe some wheat blowing in the wind. But I swear that same girl with her breezy dress is in every shot. And – I mean nothing against her, it’s correct, if you were in that moment you might feel grace, but there comes a point when images loose all their power and instead of saying grace they say hacky. Which spell check really wants to change to tacky. Not tacky. Hacky!
Anyway I made the above image in a crude attempt to picturify my blog creatively. Don’t hold that against the writing which I think you will enjoy. And if you do, please share.
It’s featured on the Life Lessons section. I’m so close to being the next Deepak.
Here’s an excerpt…
This is the instruction I have been given on grace.
Grace cannot be taken. Grace can be received.
Grace is knowing: Don’t make it worse. When things are difficult, no action is required. Waiting is the beginning of grace. Restraint is the beginning of grace.
Grace has the word race in it. And sometimes you can move very quickly when you are filled with grace. The way a car seems to drive better if it has more fuel. You know you have reserves. You can go without thinking about it. Grace. Go with grace.
When you say grace before a meal you say you understand that you and the food are one. There is no separation between you and the food. Or you and anything else. There is no separateness. Separation is illusion. Moving with that knowledge is moving with grace.
Happy new year! I finally took my beloved Alexander McQueen jacket in for the lining redo. I didn’t want to. I love the lining. But it is ripped to shreds. New year new lining! So I went to buy the fabric and there was this wall. I love fabric stores. All that potential. All that bright promise. May your year be as soft as silk. As fun as fake fur. As sparkly as sequins. May you have the comfort of flannel. The mystery of velvet. The certainty of cotton. May you have the sexiness of spandex and the financial security of wool. May you have the convenience of rayon. And the magic of organza. May the tantra of your life – the weave of it be rich and bold. And may you always feel the golden thread connecting you. Much love. Much love. Much love. XoLearn More
Ongoing students are making great progress!
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