Thursday, January 22, 2015

the river of uncertainty

Last week I saw Jez Butterworths play "The River" staring Hugh Jackman. A play about a man and a fishing cabin and his love for fly fishing. Or I could say it was a play about a man and two women and his fight to connect and be vulnerable. But really the play is about whatever you as an audience take from it.

The characters had no names... Man, Woman, Other Woman. There was no concrete timeline or defined relationships between them. In the end we were left wondering if this man was telling the truth or deeply deceptive. He talks of his desire to be fearless and truthful like a woman he sees jump from a high rock...naked...into a freezing river. Vulnerable. He sees it and desires to live that way. He speaks of the fire and joy and inexpressible life that he feels when he catches a fish. We see in him a great ability to love but a great fear of being truly seen. He is hiding something and that something may stand between himself and truly loving.





The reason I went to see this show was because Brene Brown was there and would be participating in a talkback. So naturally I was giddy at the chance to share the same air and Brene...and Hugh.

The talkback gave me a deeper appreciation for the art form of theatre. For the magic that happens between the script, actors, stage, and audience. The ions in the atmosphere of that theatre were changed tonight by the story that was told and the people who were in the seats to receive it. A beautifully human experience.

Brene Brown speaks about many subjects but the main category that is associated with her work is vulnerability. She mentioned how hard it was to watch this character try so hard to own his vulnerability. There in lies the tension.

Brene defines vulnerability as "uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure."

She said the largest group of people that have reached out to her after her TED talk(which I put a link to in the last post) were actors. She also said it's the one profession she could never do. I can attest it is very challenging. Horrifyingly vulnerable. Deeply rewarding. It's showing up and being seen. I find such similarities to life in the act of acting.

Hugh Jackman spoke about what a challenge it is to be present. On and off stage. To truly be in the moment without judgement or distraction. He admitted how he strives and fails but in the striving he succeeds.

Beautiful.

He did succeed tonight. So honest and at ease on that stage. Raw. Presenting to us a broken man in his search for connection.

There was a scene in the play where Hugh cleans, filets, and dresses a trout to be put in the oven. He cut onions, fennel, lemons. He poured wine. And we as a audience watched every move in silence. Riveted by the care he took with each slice. They spoke in the talkback about stillness. About how we are afraid of it. We try to stay so busy and distracted to keep from sitting with ourselves and our thoughts. Because the busy distracts from what's really going on.

Brene said...
"To be here
To be present
What does it take?
What does it cost?"

I want to learn stillness. To learn to put my phone away and be present. To face this moment. To soak in these moments and not be consumed with worry or regret.

Back to uncertainty....
We as humans crave certainty. We like concrete ideas and we want to know the outcome of things before we step into them. I know this because I have been learning to step into uncertainty and it can be maddening. But it has also proven to be gratifying and life giving. They spoke about how we must not love because we have a guarantee of being loved in return. We must love because it's what we are designed to do.

And sometimes it happens to you and there is no certainty. And you face a fork in the road. And you choose to walk down the road with a giant question mark. And you keep walking because it calls to you. It sings to you. There may be tears and rocks but you still choose it because it is the only honest choice because in your depths you truly love someone. And that may be all you know today. But it's enough. And to really decide it's enough is faith. It is vulnerable faith.

I have realized how truly vulnerable it is to love someone. I love someone. Well a whole lot of someone's but I love this guy. I simply love him. I was watching Hugh Jackman filleting a fish onstage tonight and I thought of him. If that's not love... Haha but really. I have allowed the reality of love to hit me and I'm amazed by it. There are few things perfect about us or our relationship but in its imperfections I find such beauty. In his imperfections. In mine. I've never loved someone this way. I can thank many people for teaching me to love... Jesus, mom ,dad, so on and so forth but Brene also. She put into words how to allow vulnerability to ignite my ability to love. How to show up and be seen and press through the hard stuff to come to the joy on the other side. It's not been pretty at times and will continue to challenge me till forever...but I want to live and love this way.

That night at the Circle in the Square theatre was special for me. I felt it was a hug from the heavenly telling me I'm on the right track. Encouraging me in vulnerability and loving.

Pressing into uncertainty is brave. I know many people who do it every day and I am in awe of them. Let us be a people that support this type of bravery. Let us open ourselves to hope and possibility. Easier said than done...but lets at least try.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

all of the things

A catch phrase that I have adopted over the past year is "All of the things." I like it. I feel that it sums up ...well...all of the things. All of the feels. It is an all inclusive way of including...all of the things.

Hense the name of this blog.

This is not a recipe blog, or a parenting blog, or a fashion blog. This is a blog about all the things. I imagine it will be my ramblings on life. An outlet. Hopefully an inspiring one.

Even as I've been writing this my appreciation for writers and bloggers has exploded. It takes a great deal of courage to put your thoughts and ideas out there for others to read and draw opinion on. It's scary...and a great exercise in confidence.

I love writers. I love reading. I was thinking last night how writers are really just thinkers who jot down their thoughts. Crystalizing them. Setting them in stone, or ink, or on this luminous screen. It's brave.
I have a lot of thoughts.
All the thoughts.
All the feels.

I have been journalling all of my adult life and I find it an important practice. But those journals are just for me...But now I attempt to share some of my ramblings. So here goes.

The past 2 years I have been learning a lot. Too vague. Let me zoom in.

I have been learning a great deal about vulnerability, showing up and being seen, courage, shame, love, fear, anxiety, joy, relationships, God, and myself. Still too big.

Zoom.

I went to counseling this past summer. I was facing some real, raw, and ugly feels and needed to work through some stuuuuuff. So I did. Faced the ugly. Looked straight in the eyes of my disappointment, my fear of the unknown, my insecurities in my relationship, my frustration with God, my unhealthy attachment to theatre, and my desire for more. I sat with these things and poured cleansing water on them. Now they shine. Clean. Fresh. Still cracked and maybe a little dusty on certain days, but beautiful. I have learned that peeling back the armor that we all put on, or is put on us, is vital to living a wholehearted existence. This is what I crave. To be wholehearted. To love with my whole heart. To act out of bravery and not fear. To say what I mean and act upon my values. To face hard things. To rest in patience.

Zoom.

I'm a spiritual person. A seeker. My category of spirituality is Christian. God, Jesus, Spirit, sacrifice, generosity, love, crucifixion, resurrection, hope. It all baffles me. Fascinates me. Confuses me. And somehow resonates deep within me. I don't know if you can relate or not but that's where I'm at. It informs and guides my life heavily.

Zoom.

I like deep talks, kombucha, chap stick, Friday Night Lights, TED Talks, sunsets, fire pits, friendships, any dog with doodle in the name, theatre, children, folk music, dance, stars, people, poetry, whimsy, palm trees, my family, and guacamole.

Zoom.

In the last 6 1/2 years since I graduated from college I have only lived one year with a permanent address that was actually mine. I lead a gypsy life and have a free spirit. I'm comfortable bouncing from place to gig to adventure. I do deep down crave a true home...but home truly is wherever I'm with... well... me. Because in me is God, and we are home. I like me... and we have a pretty good thing going. I also have the most miraculous home in Florida with a loving family, but I do not lay my head there. My home also looks like my friends. I have some of the best in the universe. They are spread far and wide but dwell deep in my soul. Also my heart is with a man whom feels a lot like home too.
I lived in New York City for the past 3 years. And for the last year my name was on the lease. On our mailbox. 4W was the apartment number on 109th street and Amsterdam on the island of manhattan with a world class roommate. More on that chapter later I'm sure.

But today most of my things are split between two small closets in my parents house in Florida, in the back of my ford escape in the driveway of this Atlanta home, and in this cozy sunflower charmed guest room of my best friend and her husband and daughters house. I'm here today. Maybe for the next few weeks. And this is where this blog begins.




peace.