The first part is a blog I wrote years ago about the birth of a group of women clowns/performance artists that I'm part of. The second part is a voice memo I recorded to them all more recently.
PART ONE
About two months ago this thing happened and I got to experience
The following list is from a soap box I was standing on a few years ago. Something a friend and I dreamed of speaking through a megaphone in the skytrain station.
You’re allowed
…to be sad even if it’s not raining and your mother wants you to be ok
…to be happy, even if...
What I'm about to say is NOT a parental guilt trip. I'm sure I'd feed my children, if I had them, cheese toast 3X a day if they wouldn't get sick. However, I grew up in a household that hated to cook. This means my parents derived no pleasure from feeding me in order t...
There's been a lot of talk lately about vulnerability (thanks Brene Brown).
In a way I see it as our culture using our giant brains and fancy words to point us back to our (perhaps) neglected and wordless hearts that are in dire need of some sweet sweet attention.
I recently started using this thing on my phone that tells me when it's time to go to bed and then wakes me up AT THE SAME TIME EVERY DAY. This does not seem very cool to me.
I also recently started attempting to eat 3 meals EVERY DAY and simplifying my wardrobe to incl...
This has me living in what I like to call, "the excruciating in-between" (or what Pema Chodron, who is more gentle than I am, calls, "the shaky tenderness").