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 everything a million times better than me. She would be an awesome mentor director, and I was kind of star struck because of how good she was.
So, I have just finished my pedicure, going to grab a bite to eat and head home. I am looking forward to spending this weekend and week with family, Mike, Naomi, and going to NJ to see both of our families. The pool is open in N Haledon and the Stand is open in Aberdeen. Dare I bring the script of Oz and start envisioning it? Hmmm. Maybe that will be part of tonight's adventure.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
1st day after the last
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 months ago where exploration is less about gnawing on various toys and more about pointing, running over to, and asking whatever "this" is. Have I really missed this much? From bottle to sippy cup. Sitting limply to dancing. Smiling absentmindedly to 7 different grins. I wouldn't say missed, but missed the chance to reflect. Since returning to work, raising Naomi has been more of a gentle jog through her life's journey as opposed to a leisurly stroll, soaking up scents of distant corn fields and taking in the rolling structure of the passing clouds. More of a balancing act of 2 worlds of existance and communication rather than a fine tuning of a 3 strand chord. More of a pick up and run rather than a patterned exit procedure. Does this mean I was not meant to work? Absolutely not! These past months I have felt Peace for the work I have done, lives I have touched, and place where Mike, Naomi and I have been. As I look back and reflect I am definately hit with significant shifts in mentality as to what it means to be a mom. What it means to be a working mom. What it means to be a God centered, family helper first and a worker in society second.thank you Lord for the opportunity to soak in these experiences. Lord, grant me wisdom on how to accomplish my role of a wife and mom in my next seasons.
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 months ago where exploration is less about gnawing on various toys and more about pointing, running over to, and asking whatever "this" is. Have I really missed this much? From bottle to sippy cup. Sitting limply to dancing. Smiling absentmindedly to 7 different grins. I wouldn't say missed, but missed the chance to reflect. Since returning to work, raising Naomi has been more of a gentle jog through her life's journey as opposed to a leisurly stroll, soaking up scents of distant corn fields and taking in the rolling structure of the passing clouds. More of a balancing act of 2 worlds of existance and communication rather than a fine tuning of a 3 strand chord. More of a pick up and run rather than a patterned exit procedure. Does this mean I was not meant to work? Absolutely not! These past months I have felt Peace for the work I have done, lives I have touched, and place where Mike, Naomi and I have been. As I look back and reflect I am definately hit with significant shifts in mentality as to what it means to be a mom. What it means to be a working mom. What it means to be a God centered, family helper first and a worker in society second.thank you Lord for the opportunity to soak in these experiences. Lord, grant me wisdom on how to accomplish my role of a wife and mom in my next seasons.
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