Waiting. . .

Has never been my strongest attribute;
When caffeine is involved, I’m downright impossible.
I believe in virtues; patients is not one of them!

Class--Y

Choreograph II;

Writing;

Feeling incredibly responsible…

I’m mentoring a new generation of artists;

Hopefully they’re listening to my words of wisdom and ignoring my imperfections!

That Feeling...

When you’ve crossed off all of your daily tasks;

And you’re ready to plop on the couch and cuddle with your puppies.

Six Word Essay on Choreography

The world; more vibrant with dance!

Past My Bed Time

Twelve hours in a theater and a two hour car ride back to LA;
I’m sitting on my couch, stuck in that twilight buzz that comes from spending the day choreographing in a room with music blaring;
I’m attending an OSCAR party later today––I have to look my best––yet here I sit watching a recording of Friday’s episode of Real Time with Bill Maher, while writing a blog.
No doubt I’ll fall asleep just in time to wake up for my 7 a.m. yoga class.

Self-Promotion

The act of sharing your accomplishments;
Often referred to as shameless;
If you’re not excited to promote your work,
Who’ll be eager to enjoy it?
Passion and creativity are motivating factors,
But would we know Van Gogh, had he not cut off his own ear?
Maybe, but wow, what great publicity?!
#DontCutOffYourEar!

Wake Up

The earlier I start my day,
The more time I have to play;
I’ve decided that cheap rhymes are acceptable before 6 a.m.
I’ll be more creativity after yoga!

Impromptu

A trip to LACMA inspired more art. . .
Buying tickets for a show two hours before curtain;
A fancy dinner downtown;
Delicious conversation over cocktails;
A cultural day in LA with my family!

Six Word Essay on Yoga

I’m up; ready to get down!

Sun

Lounging in the LA sun;

Lily sits happily in my lap.

The crisp winter breeze rustles through the Palm trees swaying overhead.

My Starbucks cup is full;

Life is perfect.

Social Media Smackdown

The constant condescension and bullshit lies that are spread on social media—from either side of the aisle—are uneducated, fear-based, and not going to serve our country in any way.

I went off on members of my own family who are so anxious to jump on a political bandwagon, without thought or education on the matters at hand.

Sheep who need sheared; the wool is so far over their eyes they’re blind to their ignorance.

Burnt Black Coffee:

When you have an early wake-up call and have to teach four classes in a row;
The hotel room coffeemaker is your friend;
The burnt black coffee it more like a frienamie...
I need the caffeine, so I make peace with the lackluster, non-fancy java.

Snow, Thanks.

A fluffy blanket of velveteen snow covers the charming brick buildings of downtown Minneapolis;
Warm and cozy in my hotel bed, I gaze at the flickering lights that peek out from under the porcelain powder;
People wrapped in Arctic gear scurry from shop to shop, they look like bears gathering food.
I chug my hot coffee, smile, and remember how fortunate I am that my classes are in the ballroom downstairs: I don’t have to leave this building.

Travel Day

Loading a morning full of tasks and projects;
Racing to squeeze in yoga;
Quickly showering and grabbing a snack;
My pre-packed bag ready at the door;
A quick goodbye to my puppies;
Off to the airport I go!
… But first, traffic on the 405.
It must be a travel day.

Abundant Love

Smothered in unconditional acceptance;
I embrace the people in my life who continue to encourage me.
Selflessly supporting my dreams, sharing my victories, nurturing my wounds, embracing my evolution as an artist and human;
The abundant love I feel is matched with gratitude and reciprocated with equal parts adoration, respect, and limitless support.

Enter; Now.

Returning to the present moment is as simple or as challenging as we allow it to be.
Yesterday, I encouraged negative thought in search of permission to escape my fears;
Feeling sorry for myself, which never leads to creativity or growth.
Waking up, I remembered the importance of faith; trusting my path always leads to purpose.
I release the comfort and ease, which is born from insecurity—I close my eyes, inhale, and reset my focus on light.

Six Word Essay; Days Off:

Sleeping in is wasteful; and necessary!

Monday

Morning yoga on my mat;
Starbucks coffee and friendly chat;
Cheesy rhyming poems:
Bring creativity doesn’t have to highbrow!

The Beverly Hills Hotel

Pink and green;
Troop Beverly;
People watching;
Overspending On delicious food and handcrafted cocktails;
Fabulous conversation!

Rude

Those who take advantage of your time might be the most selfish, disrespectful people in the planet.

Especially at yoga!

Cut The Cord:

When you’re holding on to something (or someone) who’s pulling you down;
Cut the cord!
There’s nothing admirable about going down with a ship that doesn’t want to be saved.

You Can Ring My Bell:

A phone call for a project;
Total artistic control;
A very doable budget;
Directing and choreographing?!
No, it’s not a dream––it’s a dream job, and I’m so grateful for the opportunity!
#DetailsToFollow

Bright And Early:

I sit in contemplation;
My mat is my island;
Visualizing the sun rising in my mind as I move into downward dog:
I am present.

Stillness Speaks

I sit in the stillness of my sleeping house;
The silence is loud but gentle.
I find space to float in deep meditation;
My energy turns from distant thoughts to presence:
I am enough.

Monday

After getting down on my yoga mat at 6AM,

I was motivated to jump start my workweek.

Creative projects, work meetings, household duties, returning emails, rolling calls, grading papers, setting choreography, reading, editing scripts, and yes––I even found time to cuddle my doggies.

Balance requires focusing on the moment in front of you.

Present and ready for the crazy that lies ahead. . .

Soggy, Rainy, Cozy;

Relentless and wild, the rain continues to douse Los Angeles;

Our streets look like the canals of Venice.

Cozy inside, I gaze at the fireplace;

Lily, our Shih Tzu is curled up on the couch, pouting.

“Lily, we’re not walking in the storm.” I try to reason with her…

Nobody wants soggy shoes or soaked paws.

The patter on our roof is restful;

We doze off.

Lazy Sunday.

Rain

Renewing
Air quality;
Invoking
New growth

Thai Last Night...

Tummy trouble today.
I remember my twenties;
I could eat anything I wanted and never feel a thing.
Forty says, “You have more—money, opportunities, confidence, fearlessness, knowledge—but you’ll pay for it by losing the pleasures of food, drinking, and partying until 2AM. Who can stay up that late?