Monday, April 19, 2010

Lost in Thoughts While Sewing


I've been sewing now for over a month, working on a delivery of 46 costumes for a corporate client. Sewing allows your mind to wander and sometimes it wanders into marvelous thoughts and other times, it festers in the 'ick' of not so good times remembered. I've been festering a bit today, thinking of a few clients who unfortunately provided a lot of ick in my life.

I've been working in show business for over 40 years and I am proud to say, there have only been 3 icks. Those three icks were ... a big multi million dollar production in Pusan, Korea that had a corrupt producer ... a summer theater festival that had an artistic director at odds with the governing body ... and a cruise line whose theatrical production department hasn't evolved with the the changes in show business today.

I LOVE what I do for a living so much, that it is rare I let assholes get me down. So, I guess that's all I stopped sewing for to say; that the assholes are not dragging me down, not this time, not ever.

If you have an asshole, or assholes, in your life, rise above their stink. Don't argue, don't acknowledge, don't try to prove a point. Dismiss their energy from your space, your mind, your heart, your soul. Include in the dismisall all the chatter going on around you / us ... the hate mongers and talkers ... the bad behavior that is all over television ... the Rush Limbaugh's and Sarah Palin's and those who want only to incite ... all of the negative CRAP that swirls around us on a daily basis can be eradicated by simply not letting that energy into our thoughts and into our lives.

Rise above the stink my friends. Rise above the stink.

That's all I have to say, for today at least. Now, back to sewing and fonder remembrances.

Namaste.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

A New Day


Life is moving way too fast. They say once you reach middle age, time speeds up and I have to say, the sentiment is proving true, at least in my world.

This photo is of myself, my brother Peter, who died of AIDS in 1988, and my youngest brother Christopher, when we first moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1968. I was 15, Peter was 12, Chris was 3. I remember the day this photo was taken like it was only yesterday, yet it was snapped 42 years ago. FORTY TWO YEARS AGO! That is longer than Peter lived.

But, every day is a new day, filled with promise and a new opportunity to make your life what you wish it to be. It's never too late to be happy folks, no matter your situation. Choose happiness ... it's great.