Although I am no longer traveling around the world, my intentional journey to the Other Side will continue. I am now based in Brooklyn, teaching music and theatre, making music and theatre, and seeking cultural competency and connection within my own country and community. I'll start by sharing some poetry I've written on my journey- I've already shared a few things- and continue to update on gigs, shows, events, and ways to connect and get involved.
Green Theatre
I've been helping out my good friend Hal Fickett start up a cool company called The Green Theatre Collective- a theatre company devoted to sustainable and waste-free performance. I'll be acting as Educational Director. Check out their website by clicking on the link in the "links" section.
Party for Pardada Pardadi
A few weeks ago friends gathered for music, food, and good holiday cheer to support the Pardada Pardadi Educational Society- the girl's school in India where I volunteered for a month. If you'd like to make a donation to help support one girl through her schooling, please contact me.
Music
stay tuned for gigs, albums or whatever direction my music might take...I'm still exploring. For now, you might find me at an open mic or busking in the subway...
26 December 2010
19 November 2010
Red Dust
(about Ayers Rock aka Uluru in Australia)
In the middle of the Earth is a great big rock
ten million flies, ten million stars
one big rock, one big sun
melts us down
into red dust,
...into star dust.
-written in Nikko Japan, March 2010
In the middle of the Earth is a great big rock
ten million flies, ten million stars
one big rock, one big sun
melts us down
into red dust,
...into star dust.
-written in Nikko Japan, March 2010
14 November 2010
Catfish in Imperial Pond
a catfish materializes
in the pond of the Imperial Palace
it is ignorant of the movement around it
it glides in blissful peace.
-written in Tokyo, March
in the pond of the Imperial Palace
it is ignorant of the movement around it
it glides in blissful peace.
-written in Tokyo, March
09 November 2010
Haiku
Stuffed in my own head
melting snow on the temples
mountains set me free
Cold bones seeking warmth
three fire signs ignite sparks
create a new light
(Written in Nikko, Japan, on a snowy night while I had a cold. March.)
melting snow on the temples
mountains set me free
Cold bones seeking warmth
three fire signs ignite sparks
create a new light
(Written in Nikko, Japan, on a snowy night while I had a cold. March.)
07 November 2010
Maori Saying
May the calm be widespread
May the sea glisten like that of Greenstone
May the shimmering light guide you on your journey.
Kia hora te marino
Kia whakapapa pounamu te maona
Kia tere te Karohirohi i mua i to hua rahi.
Wellington, New Zealand, 22 January 2010
May the sea glisten like that of Greenstone
May the shimmering light guide you on your journey.
Kia hora te marino
Kia whakapapa pounamu te maona
Kia tere te Karohirohi i mua i to hua rahi.
Wellington, New Zealand, 22 January 2010
06 October 2010
The Final Blog Entry
Ok, where do I begin.
What to discuss first? Edinburgh and the performance? The magic and seamless stream of inspiration of Ireland? Spending a month with Megan Jacoby? The wonderful friends I made in St. Ives? A picnic in the rain and biking pub crawl in Leicestershire with Emily Culliton, Emily Klasson, and Klasson’s cousin? Spain, Barcelona, the emotions of going home and ending the trip (early), the culmination of this incredible and unforgettable experience in my life?
I have never really been able to articulate things in a linear writing style. Have coffee with me some time and I will tell you all about it. Or watch the video of the show when it goes up on youtube. Look at the photos. Read my poem about Home.
What I will do for you is share a poem from the script of the show. In a few weeks I will be able to post more of the poems and song lyrics I wrote while traveling. Then, please give me a call or email, so I can just talk to you ☺
ARDHANARISHWARA
Flow into depths of om river
Music from moon hair
Seep deep into pores
Slow shine
On a Shiva starship
Light, ions, particles
Feeling Shiva
Heal the world
Woman
Parvati, Crow, Reena
Striking figure, crazy hair
Set apart
Breathes in a way that
Inhales one language
Exhales another
Incomprehensible
Smells like other
No gesture can set communication free
Parvati, the mountain
Shiva, the moon
You cannot penetrate
Not even Shiva
Who is made of om
Om, everything
Does not know the om inside Parvati
Mountain
Solid
Impenetrable
Beautiful
What to discuss first? Edinburgh and the performance? The magic and seamless stream of inspiration of Ireland? Spending a month with Megan Jacoby? The wonderful friends I made in St. Ives? A picnic in the rain and biking pub crawl in Leicestershire with Emily Culliton, Emily Klasson, and Klasson’s cousin? Spain, Barcelona, the emotions of going home and ending the trip (early), the culmination of this incredible and unforgettable experience in my life?
I have never really been able to articulate things in a linear writing style. Have coffee with me some time and I will tell you all about it. Or watch the video of the show when it goes up on youtube. Look at the photos. Read my poem about Home.
What I will do for you is share a poem from the script of the show. In a few weeks I will be able to post more of the poems and song lyrics I wrote while traveling. Then, please give me a call or email, so I can just talk to you ☺
ARDHANARISHWARA
Flow into depths of om river
Music from moon hair
Seep deep into pores
Slow shine
On a Shiva starship
Light, ions, particles
Feeling Shiva
Heal the world
Woman
Parvati, Crow, Reena
Striking figure, crazy hair
Set apart
Breathes in a way that
Inhales one language
Exhales another
Incomprehensible
Smells like other
No gesture can set communication free
Parvati, the mountain
Shiva, the moon
You cannot penetrate
Not even Shiva
Who is made of om
Om, everything
Does not know the om inside Parvati
Mountain
Solid
Impenetrable
Beautiful
21 September 2010
Home?
(A poem dedicated to everyone I met on my trip)
Nine months
one full circle
Pula Gola
many steps many stops
and You
some fate, by the stars
the sun and the moon
the rocks and the rivers
the mountains, the islands, the temples
I met you
we connected
shared the sun, the moon, the rain
English words, human understanding
"These are the days
we hang our souls upon
and high above them
as the sun withdraws
we hang up the moon."
Home?
What does that mean?
I go to my home.
Om? and Peace?
You and I sing together
we hang our souls upon the sun, the moon
home
om
Don´t forget Mela
I remember you :)
Mela
a solid update and massive amounts of picasa photos coming soon...
Nine months
one full circle
Pula Gola
many steps many stops
and You
some fate, by the stars
the sun and the moon
the rocks and the rivers
the mountains, the islands, the temples
I met you
we connected
shared the sun, the moon, the rain
English words, human understanding
"These are the days
we hang our souls upon
and high above them
as the sun withdraws
we hang up the moon."
Home?
What does that mean?
I go to my home.
Om? and Peace?
You and I sing together
we hang our souls upon the sun, the moon
home
om
Don´t forget Mela
I remember you :)
Mela
a solid update and massive amounts of picasa photos coming soon...
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