Creating Edges

Creating Edges

:: in transit :: and transitioning from one thing to the next. today is my first official day of many things: official meeting for the Dalí Project with my Cosmic Twin. possibly meeting Dalí himself official meeting with my Japanese teacher (well, one of them anyway)....

Changing Our Selves, Not Otters

coming back to New York is difficult. i have been here a day and a half and already, i am overwhelmed with meetings, work, emails, rehearsals, and more. it comes down to this obsession with time. how can i find enough time in the day to do all these things and do...

Running From Our Selves

:: On Escapism :: it is one thing to go to another place because it is calling to you. it is another to go to a place because you don’t want to be in the one that you are currently in. i know because i have tried to do it. i tried to go to Berlin. i tried to...

Still Here

“Be Here Now.” i remember these words taped onto the wall behind composer Gerald Busby’s head as we interviewed him for This is My Home: Voices from the Chelsea Hotel. as he immediately won me and the rest of the gang over with his charm, presence, and the inner light...

Our Weird and Wonderful Ways

:: A Family Collaboration :: i have been thinking a lot lately about co-existence. this summer has brought a lot of odd changes to my life and apartment. once a solitary yoga haven where i could write, eat, and create in a void, it is now going to be occupied by a...

It Bugs Me Out

:: Fear Continues to Rage On :: so i did it again. i freaked out because i am afraid of things that aren’t going to hurt me. last night, i resolved to shower in the outside shower. our inside one is right next to my parents’ room and my mom goes to bed early. so...

The Messages from Inside and Out

:: Yoga/Suzuki Revelations :: we don’t have to be straight all the time! when i try to “be straight,” i find myself locking into a position rather than fluidly remaining upright. the key is to release into whatever pose or position i find myself in—straight, crooked,...

Where We Are in Space

this morning i did yoga outside in the 90 degree heat, bugs swirling all around, sweat profusely dripping off my body… it was glorious. i practiced for so long, zoning in on my breath, on my center, and moving so slowly that i could gauge where either of them were at...

The Many Homes I Call Home

::: On the Way Home ::: the New Jersey Parkway is so green that i almost feel like i am on my way to some warped version of Bali. maybe i am, in a way, if i am traveling to another place that feels like home… i used to have this weird conflict of language usage that...

Connecting Red Threads

Toshi and i have been friends for 7 years now. we met in Voice & Speech class when i first started acting school at HB Studio and he just moved to the U.S. from Japan. we were friends at first sight even though we never officially hung out that much outside of...