It is strange the things that trigger the grieving. The other day it was my visit to my accountant to prepare our taxes. Every year for over 26 years we had our ritual at tax time. The annual argument over turbo tax vs. an accountant. I always voted for the accountant; I usually won. Then
Sitting in a room with other beautiful souls, participating in a Kirtan Concert with Bachan Kaur, I let the heavenly music wash over me. Eyes closed, heart open, the songs flowed and danced and invited me to settle deep and relax, let go. At the end of the evening, we were invited to share some
Alaska. The name rises up like a word of power, a word of promise. Pristine, clean, home of the Aurora Borealis. It has called my name, a siren song to my heart, for years. I remember the first time I even considered visiting. Mike and I had gone to a travel convention, stopping at the
Quivering, shivering, Hummingbird heart. Shoulders tight, breath quick, Belly clenching and wrenching. This was no leaping from a plane, no diving from a cliff. This was ‘simply’ my dread at the thought of travelling back from Corvallis, Oregon to Los Angeles, California. It was intended as my first solo flight, Portland seemed like
Amateur! Amateur performance! That is the latest face of my fear. Of course, no surprise. After any big success old voices and new come slithering to the surface to drag me under. I have just finished callbacks and cast four wonderful actresses. I feel like one big happy family and we haven’t even started rehearsals yet.