Do it for the ‘Grams

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Choose Your Own Adventure!

Sitting in The Coffee Bar yesterday, staring off ahead of me, my eyes shifted into focus and there right in front of me was an answer.

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I have a chance to choose my own adventure. To really take the time to plot my course. I don’t have forever…the money will run out eventually. But in the meantime, for now, I get to choose. There is nothing holding me back.

First step, figure out what I want out of this life?

  • To be passionate about the things that I do
  • To create meaningful moments
  • To be a forever student – always learning and growing
  • To simple and honestly love this universe we get to be a part of

What adventure will you choose?

Always changing, Always flowing

There is a calmness to order–to a structured, consistent existence. Most of my life has been lived by this mantra, in clear and deliberate chapters. The time before school, the time during school, university, post-graduate degree. And then, all of a sudden. There is no clear path. There is no directive that will steer you where you need to go. Because you don’t actually NEED to go anywhere. Woah. That’s a different way of approaching things. It’s a little liberating, A LOT terrifying.

So what’s next? Who can really say. But I do think it’s going to be quite spectacular because, now, there are no expectations or obligations. And that is WONDERFUL.

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On the Mat

shhhhhhwwwwt. The sound of a semi-stuck mat that has been rolled up for far too long.

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Today, for the first time in months, I practiced Asana–led by the lovely Monica Alvano. A little slow, a little unsteady, but very much needed. I took a few movements about a week ago–easing into my joints, but this was the first extended practice. It was not life changing, but it was necessary. Sometimes, health and wellness get pushed to the background. And for the last few months, I’ve mostly been treading water–which means a regular health routine has been virtually nonexistent.

A big part of my yoga practice is to not be so hard on myself. I think we could all use a little bit of that. For me, a moving practice didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like it was going to serve me in the way that it should. That doesn’t always mean you shouldn’t go to class of course. But also, don’t feel like you’re failing if you don’t go. You’ll always come back to it.

That’s the wonder of this practice, no matter what, the mat will always be there.

The Wisdom of a Kitten

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Is there anything better than kittens? I think, not. Everything is interesting, everything is new, everything just IS. We could probably learn a thing or two from kittens. For the next two days, I get to play mamma to my dear little niece & nephmeow. They are quick as a whip and (Francy at least) is sharp as a tack. [Cor]Neely[ous] is a bit more confused by this world that he’s found himself in–but aren’t we all, really? They are a gentle reminder to keep life light and not sweat the small stuff.

It’s still the weekend so transitions have yet to fully set in. Tuesday, will be weird. Wednesday, even stranger. But “take it one day at a time” is what everyone keeps telling me. I’m fine right now. The world is full of possibilities–and a little bit of rest. Which, I won’t lie, I’m sort of very much excited about. I can literally do anything! What will I choose? For now, to roll around a play with kittens. Yea, that sounds just right.


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It seems like everywhere I turn I see endings. Maybe it’s the season, maybe it’s circumstance. The world is transitioning faster than I’m comfortable with. Summer is my season: it’s warm and predictable. You know the sun will be out and the day will be bright. But Fall, man–Fall is unpredictable. One day cool air with sun, the next day the rain comes and the clouds turn everything grey. Fall is kicking my ass and it’s only just begun.

Things are changing, shifting, spiraling. The world has become an uncertain place and the next few weeks will be dedicated to figuring out how to make that transition as smooth as it can possibly be. I’m not sure where I will land. I’m not sure how I will land. But I will land. I will rediscover my passion for what I do, who I am, and what I can give to the world. Each day I will discover #OneThingofWonder. Something that will bring me one step closer to the reclaiming the magic I seem to have lost. Today that #OneThingofWonder are these roses: worn and faded, their life-cycle near completion. Yet, they are beautiful–perhaps more beautiful than when fully bloomed. There is a grace to the end of things. And when these roses are ready to move on, what will take their place will be something WONDERFUL.


Show me something breathtaking
Dream me something impossible
See me reach for something wonderful
Inspire me to do

Gather me up something brilliant
Collect all my farfetched dreams
They’ll sparkle and shine in the pitch black
Inspire me to see

Fill the universe with wishes plenty
A few dozen trillion will do
I’ve filled all my dreams up with Starstuff
Inspire me to be

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It’s officially 2014, which means:

It’s the last year that I can say “I’m in my Twenties.” But that’s OK because what I’ve learned over the last year is that 30 is something that I am very much looking forward to. And as much as I thought I needed to be a “grown-up” by the time I hit my third decade of life I’ve realized that being a grown-up simply means having the wherewithal to know that you will always be young and the sense to act on that knowledge with life and love and a healthy dose of playfulness.

It’s the first year that I’ve really thought about what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve got a storyboard of a plan. It will change and fluctuate as new adventures are conceived but the end of the story is more clear than it’s ever been before and the end point…wait for…it will set me right back in the place where I was born and raised Sonoma County. But don’t worry I’m not going anywhere just yet–D.C. I’m not done with you yet and NY you keep those broadway lights blazing I’ll be there soon enough. 

Now, I’m not one for making New Year’s resolutions. I am of the mind that if you want to change something in your life just change it, you don’t need to wait around for January 1st to do so. But in the spirit of fresh starts and new years I’ll share a few things with you that I’ve been preparing to bring into my life.


Last year I did very little writing, be it public or private. As my WordPress annual report will confirm I did not write a single new post in the year of 2013. Life happens. I was transitioning into a new job where I manipulate words all day ( I write marketing emails for the Kennedy Center), the last thing I wanted to do was come home and write more. And with that creative outlet lying dormant, so too, many other artistic endeavors were lost. I sang less, adventures to D.C. museums and galleries ceased, while I was seeing a lot of performances at the Kennedy Center I don’t think I saw a single show outside of that building all year–for shame. So this year I resolve to write more, to blog more, to say more. About what? I haven’t yet decided. I’ll start small. Perhaps write a blog about the New Year and then just go from there. 

October found me deepening my yoga practice with a 200 hour Teacher Training course. I have now been practicing for about 4 years and I realized that in order for me to bring yoga into more of my life I needed this intensive. I entered the training with a very clear idea of what and where I would be by January. I wanted to teach…plain and simple…I wanted to share the movement and music that has proven to be invaluable for me over the last few years. What I’ve learned is that I am not ready to teach, not yet at least, and that is ok. I’ve learned a lot, I’m learning a lot, my physical practice has suffered a little, but my mental practice and my understanding of the mind body connection has grown, when I do have a moment to practice this internalization becomes apparent–my practice is growing stronger. The training will be finished in a few weeks and I look forward to incorporating asana back into my daily routine. This year I resolve to be more aware of my practice both the asana and the other.

About halfway through last year I realized that I had become very disconnected. From January to May 2013 I was so focused on work and getting it right that I didn’t have time for much of anything else. Then in June I had a revelation (if I may be so bold) that the people in my life–and there are some pretty amazing ones–are the point. As the years go by people enter and exit your life for any number of reasons, but there are a very special few that stay and you just sort of know that no matter what happens, where you go, or what you do they’ll always be a part of it. They’ve notched themselves firmly into your heart and soul, and no matter what you’ll never be rid of them (in the most loving way possible of course). These people are your chosen family and while you might not get to see all of them as often as you would like and while the phone calls are sometimes few and far between (because I am no good at the phone) they are the most important. 2014 will be a year of re-engaging, of maintaining, of making the effort to eliminate the “few-and-far-betweens.”

In 2012 I traveled to China (scroll down a bit to read all about it!) but it was somewhat of a missed opportunity. My thesis was over, the Masters was in the mail, and I was exhausted. I did a lot, I saw a lot, but I never felt like I experienced it all. There were moments of clarity sure, but all my energy was being used to sort out my life-after-grad-school future. It was challenging to say the least. 2013 was all about recuperating from that and laying low. Getting life in order so that I could start enjoying again. A new year means new adventures so bring them on I’m ready for it all.


So there you have it folks, 2014 is gonna rock and I’m gonna dance my way through it.



Upon Further Reflection

It’s always about the music.  My heart and soul lies in musical theater, Sondheim will forever be the most brilliant composer and lyricist of all time, Les Miserables will always bring me to tears as soon as the overture begins, and theatre will continue to be amplified by the musical choices made by it’s directors.  Last year I saw War Horse at Lincoln Center and what struck me the most was the use of music throughout the production.  Maybe this is because I pretty much have a constant soundtrack to life running through my head at any given moment, continuously singing melodies to myself, suppressing the urge to belt them out at the top of my lungs.  My rendition of  ‘Everything’s Coming up Roses” remains one of the shining moments of my 10-year-old life, but this remains safely locked away in the deep recesses of my parents storage, where no one will ever ever see it.

I think NPH sang it best at the Tony’s.

But in all seriousness the choice to include or exclude music can be a tricky one for a straight play.  Is it appropriate?  Does it enhance the story? Will it lessen the authenticity of the play by using a ‘gimmick’ like music?  I’ll admit that sometimes music is an inappropriate choice, it can lead the audience to a specific emotion rather than letting them get there on their own.  But I think, more often than not, it is the right choice.  It creates an internal connection with a person, whether they realize it in that moment or not.  There’s a reason the human species created music in the first place, a reason that everyone listens to music in some form or another.  It might not all be your cup of tea, but I would venture to guess that every single person has at least 1 favorite song.  It’s why movies have soundtracks, why we whistle while we work (well maybe we don’t all whistle) but you get my point.  So why am I rambling on and on about music in theatre?

Well, last night I had the pleasure of seeing Black Watch (in full this time) at The Shakespeare Theatre Company.  I knew what I was getting myself into from the preview I was invited to a few weeks ago.  I’ve been out of town a lot recently, dancing my little feet off on wedding reception dance floors, and didn’t know whether I was going to get a chance to see it before it closed.  But I did, and can I just say that STC’s  $18 under 35 ticket discount is AMAZING.  As a person who currently works 3 part-time jobs in order to continue this dreamlife of living in our nation’s Capitol, sometimes my tight purse strings can get in the way my theatre going plans.  But I was able to snag a ticket to Thursday night’s show, which also just happened to be #STCnight.  As I settled in for the 2 hour, no intermission production, I was anticipating how many times I would go flying out of my seat due to ‘loud noises’ cautioned on the signage outside the theater ( I tend to startle quite easily), and how I would nonchalantly play it off as intentional to the 2 strangers sitting on either side of me.  I wondered how much of the play would be set in the field, and how much would be brought back to the pool hall.   I knew I would probably tear up, just a little, as I often do when faced with anything regarding war and soldiers, I expected that.  What I didn’t expect was that what would resonate most in this production would be music, sung by these soldiers, these boys; or rather I wasn’t expecting much music as all.

It seems like such a small thing, two soldiers singing a tune that I’ve never heard before.  It sounds traditional, but I can’t be sure.  Standing above us, across and diagonal from each other, their harmonies meeting in the middle, and washing over the theater.  The Golden Thread that they spoke about earlier on, seems to make its connection here.  This song must be old, a piece of the past, a tradition that connects the soldiers of the Black Watch regiment to their predecessors and now with their comrades.  This was what connected me to Black Watch, the moment when all the pieces sort of fell into place.  That goose-bumpy feeling.  ‘Twa Recruiting Sergeants’  And rest assured, this is about to be on repeat on the good ‘ol iPhone, though I doubt any recording will do it the justice that this production did.

So here I sit, typing away, attempting to express what it is that I love about the theatre as best I can.  And what it boils down to this.  Sometimes I think we’ve lost our sense of wonder in the world, our sense of simple joy.  Everything is so serious, we don’t sing enough, we don’t dance enough, we don’t enjoy enough.  I don’t really wish that the world were a constant barrage of people singing and dancing in the streets (well actually I kind of do) but whenever I am sitting in that dark theater, and someone starts singing…out loud…I’m reminded that even at its saddest, music lifts.  When that music is intertwined with the real life (ok sometimes make believe) stories on stage, something truly great happens.  It’s why I love theatre.  Plain and simple.

Black Watch


You know those moments when it just makes sense, when you’ve stumbled upon the thing that breathes life into your universe, the very thought of it can raise the little hairs on your arm and send a jolt like electricity through you.  These moments are small,  often quiet, and a bit contained, they are remembered because they are perfectly ordinary, but then again, maybe not so ordinary at all. 

The lights above illuminate the thin haze of smoke and dust as it begins to settle onto the stage.  Our small group makes its way down the steps of  Sidney Harman Hall to the front of the house.  There are a few members of the crew scattered about the theatre, but for the most part it’s empty.  We’ve been invited to preview The Shakespeare Theatre Company‘s current production of Black Watch.  As I take my seat I look down, the stage is level with the floor of the auditorium, I look up into the fly space, exposed to the audience, expansive and a bit jarring, I look out across the stage where a block of empty seats stare back at me, I watch the dust float under the lights, and I pause. That’s the moment.  Surrounded by the world created inside of this theatre.

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I love watching dress rehearsal, I even love watching tech rehearsals, probably because I am not the one rehearsing them.  There’s a feeling of being let in on a some sort of a secret, an anticipation of seeing the creative process in action.  I had the same feeling as I entered that theatre.  No, we were not watching a full dress rehearsal run through, but we were being shown two scenes of a production that had not yet opened.  My little theatre heart could hardly contain itself.  This would be my first time in an STC space since they were awarded the Regional Theatre Tony Award in June.  I must say I was quite proud of our DC theatre that night, and I was looking for an excuse to see one of their upcoming productions.  So when STC invited me to preview Black Watch, and not only allowed, but asked us to snap photos and video a few scenes, I was all aboard and let’s get going.

Viewed through the eyes of those on the ground, Black Watch reveals what it means to be part of the legendary Scottish regiment, what it means to be part of the war on terror and what it means to make the journey home again. John Tiffany’s production makes powerful and inventive use of movement, music and song to create a visceral, complex and urgent piece of theatre that is as relevant now as ever. (Shakespeare Theatre Company)

Presented by The National Theatre of Scotland, Black Watch has returned to DC after a sold out run at Sidney Harman Hall in 2011.  The story was drawn from interviews conducted by Gregory Burke with soldiers in the Black Watch regiment who served in Iraq.  Black Watch is directed by John Tiffany who recently won the Tony for Best Direction of a Musical.

So basically I was invited by a Tony award winning theatre company to watch a production by a Tony award winning director.  Needless to say I was eagerly anticipating what was in store for us.  Tiffany stood on stage and explained they would be performing two scenes.

The first scene, a red carpet runway of sorts, took us on a journey through the evolution of the Scottish Black Watch military uniform.  As Cammy (Ryan Fletcher) is hoisted into the air by four soldiers, and two others quickly remove and replace pieces of uniform, we are told the story of the Black Watch regiment.  Where it began, why it persisted, and how it came to find it’s soldiers in one of the most dangerous regions of an American War.  The staging is spot on and the costume changes, I think there are about 16 in this one scene alone, give us a visual connection to the story.  As the lights were brought back up, my first thought was “Can we just keep going.” takes out phone, marks calendar for next available open evening.


The second scene, inserts a bit of humour into the show.  The soldiers, back from Iraq are discussing who will play them in the movie adaptation of their story.  A writer has been interviewing them about their deployment in Iraq, and they want to ensure that they are accurately portrayed, it seems Ewan McGregor is just the man for the job.  Finding relief in the seriousness of their stories, perhaps?  It’s a hard topic on any front, but from what I saw it seems that Burke and Tiffany have done an excellent job of telling this story.  I will most definitely be catching it, in full, before it closes on October 7.

For social media folk out there October 4 is a Twitter night, Shakespeare Theatre will be hosting conversations online before and after the performance #STCnight.

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We had some time before being let into the theatre and so I started reading through our press kit materials which included an article written by Nicholas J. Cull “The National Theatre of Scotland’s Black Watch: Theatre as Cultural Diplomacy”  It’s not often that an article by an academic is included in a production press kit, but I had some time to kill so I set about reading it.  Its actually really interesting.  It walks you through the creation of Black Watch the stage production in the context of cultural diplomacy within the theatre as a whole.

There are so many details that were included in the conception of this production down to the configuration of the seats within the theatre.  I mentioned that there was seating on the other side of the stage.  The set is designed to mimic the armory near Edinburgh castle, where Black Watch first premiered at the Edinburgh Fringe.  The armory is home to the Edinburgh Tattoo, a parade performance of the Scottish Military, a source of pride in Scotland.  At first wary of the Tattoo, Tiffany ultimately decided that this armory-like arrangement within the theatre would re-inforce this sense of Scottish tradition and pride.  As an audience member the un-traditional configuration only enhances the uniqueness of the production.