Stain-glass Eyes

I am bulging, distended box. Spilling out from myself, unable to hold wisdom,                                                              to sift through             to distinguish             to taste, smell, hear, feel or see           or control the flow of entrails before me,           spilling myself-hood.                 I am an empty box gaping wide, unable to hold or spill,             be stolen from             be destroyed             be damaged             be valued          or be co...

Lately, I ask myself a question.  I use this question to help me glide more. Rather than spending so much energy tacking and tacking, in an attempt to find the perfect amount of wind in my sails, I want to glide.  The perfect I might miss.  I could easily disregard the moment, because I "think" I'll be living somewhere up ahead (when I find the perfect wind), rather than gliding with what is now. I ask myself, "What is your mind telling you about "Perfect" and do you belief it?  Is it true? I need to question what thoughts my mind is feeding me.  I don't have to swallow each and every morsel put in front of me.  So, if my mind whispers to me, "You need to be doing something constructive right now."  I can ask, "Is that true?  Do I need to be doing anything else right now?" 3 Boys Watching the World Outside Main Street, Ann Arbor Content Detroit Street Artist What is constructive, anyway?  Construc...

"Cherubino" "Your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it." - Buddha . Heidi hit the mark.  Her performance was captivating, her voice was heaven to the ears, her presence on stage was "her".  She became her character and made it real.  She didn't come across as a puppet playing a part, she was the part.  Cherubino. Family and friends hit the mark.  They showed, they cheered, they laughed, and were present.  Witnessing Heidi's debut was an honor and privilege to strangers and loved ones alike.  I saw clearly through to the moment.  No stain-glass eyes. I was present without expectations or blurred vision.   Times like these are ones that become etched with diamond clarity.   Brava, Heidi.  You drew your sword.  Stood strong in your stance.  Engaged the audience.   Then expertly struck the heart. Touché  ...

A Salmon's Resting Place Yesterday I was driving on an over-pass and the traffic stopped.  I was smack-dab in the middle of the bridge, with the 3-lane highway heavy with cars below me.  I panicked.  My breathing sped up, I gripped the steering wheel and started looking for an escape route. It may sound silly.  Unrealistic.  But, it was real to my mind and body.  It felt so intense I was planning on leaving the car and walking across the bridge to escape the terror.  In my mind, I knew the bridge was going to collapse with me on it. I was going to die. Fortunately, the traffic began to move and I regulated my breathing and my headache started easing up.  Being the analyzer, I tend to be, I thought, "What in the world just happened there, Maggie?  What is your problem?  Get a grip!  Where did that come from?" I cross the Mackinac Bridge with ease.  It has a five mile span. I've been on it many times when ...

Heidi's debut in The Marriage of Figaro, is soon to arrive.  The Arbor Opera company is a non-profit organization.  They had many fundraising events leading up to the opening night on June 13th.  I went to two of the events held yesterday.   One was in a beautiful home of one of the company's patrons.  The huge windows overlooked a lush garden with a pond of bright colored coy among the water lilies.  Some of the cast in The Marriage of Figaro presented arias and scenes from the upcoming opera.     Man Behind the Scenes Proud stage director of Arbor Opera, Shawn McDonald Carl Frank as Count Almaviva Heidi with Cast Member, Page Lucky(Barbarina) Watching Performances Kate  Wakefield and Nick Davis in Character as Cherubino and Figaro Another event was held at the beautiful Westminster Presbyterian Church in Ann Arbor.  They showcased you...