My Mom's Here

So I kicked off the summer with 2 weeks of full time grad classes, both back to back, 8am-4:30pm, M-F. I don't know which one I can say I liked better. Marc Dicciani's drum set class was a blast and I learned an incredible amount of information, how to play and teach and jam and twirl a stick around like a rock star drummer. Can't quite execute it yet but I know how to teach myself to.then this week I just completed a musical theater course, which covered directing, producing, makeup, choreography, technical aspects of theater, costuming, you name it! It was definately a moment where I wish all the information could go into some slot in my brain, and when 700,000 questions come up next January-March I have a google search of that section. I met Stevie Rawlings, a theater director from Parsmus HS, and realized there are people in the world like me. She has the same ideas and mannerisms that I have, only she has riches of experience and a wealth of knowledge, and executes

So this is interesting. Once musical season hit, immediately after the November holidays and birthday trips to NJ, I have been absent from the need to reflect candidly on what's going on in my life. Over the past 8 months, a few reflections: The reactions and pre-actions to circumstance are the new root of my thinking. I'm consciously trying to be less about me. Trying to be more about Naomi. Less about my performance. More about my practice. Less about my accolades. More about speaking with Love and Encouragement to accolade others. Less about my job at work. More about my Job at home. Less about mundane and more about serving. Less about worth and more about Worth. I have in no way completed these things. It is a significant try, where I'm attempting to posture myself with significant muscle control. My knee jerk reaction needs to take a back seat. So we are here in Willow Valley. Nomi bear is sleeping, finally calm and clean. How much of a change from 8 mo