We must Celebrate...

TODAY!

That is the echoing truth of the moment. Often/lately my conversations with other artists are filled with questioning the future amidst a chaotic nervousness.

"What are you doing right now?"
"Are you with an agent yet?"
"I just don't know how I'm gonna do this."
"How do I balance my survival job and my art?"
"How...what...when...but i thought...really!?!...I don't know..."

I have been feeling an overwhelming sense...a reminder if you will...for Praise and thankfulness. I am blessed and yet I still have want for another day other than today. And then when I am standing in front of another human being and I see their smile or tears or laughter...I am reminded how wonderfully fulfilling it is to be present...to listen...to give.

And then the truth of the moment comes up...yet again...and now it's coming from behind that "veil" that seems to be a mystery to us all...

"You must get yourself centered. You can't focus on your art when you are distracted. It's important to hold on to your individuality and find representation who will get behind that."

-Top NYC Agent

Ahh...

Rest is meant for you and me...Today...

i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday, this is the birth
day of life and love and wings; and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth.
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now the ears of my ears are awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened

-e.e. cummings

Juan...

Joins us at the end of every day to clean our office. And he is re-teaching me how to speak Spanish.

After the end of a long day, his smile is always uplifting.

Today...he wrote the days of the week and numbers 1-10 on paper, so that I could see the language.

His presence is grandfatherly affection.

(i may or may not have found our top level execs having a brewsky in our stock room...;)

These Days...

Are filled with the unexpected. Many of us walk down the streets of New York, avoiding eye contact and holding our belongings tightly. It's as if there are constant fear bubbles floating all around us. And then...there are those unexpected moments...

If you are not careful you will miss them.

I don't want to miss them. So. I am going to 'jot them down'...here.

Yesterday...

Female violinist street performer played with extreme enthusiasm and an Asian American child began to dance. They communicated through song and movement. The crowd took notice. I smiled:)

Once I stepped off the train I saw two, very tiny, Asian American women walking and talking arm and arm like young school girls. Smiled again:)

Today...

As I walk to the train in the mornings I try to remember to pray for my family, friends, and the world. I realized that every time I walk by Ace Hardware Store I feel safe. Why? There is something about it that makes me think of my grandfather...and I feel safe when I see those men each morning.

Close to the stop I see the 'fruit man' setting up his stand. Today he was singing, "Goodmorning...goodmorning...goodmorning." Those moments of unexpected song fill the air with childlike spirit and remind us to breathe. Thank you fruit man.

And then as I walked into my building the door man asked (very brotherly), "How are you liking your job up there?" I answered, "Oh I like it alot!" He replied, "Good," as he nodded his head in approval. It was as if had I not liked it he would have gone straight up to the 24th floor and done something about it:)

...more to come

All in all that the world would know your name...

Saw a girl carrying bundle of three sunflowers tonight on the train...Got to the babies and their family had a sunflower magnet on the fridge :)

...thankful