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Dear Fellow Artists, On Inauguration Day

1/20/2017

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Elizabeth Gilbert, when asked how she managed to write her famous memoir Eat Pray Love as a best seller with millions of readers, responded by saying that it was impossible to write a book for millions of people--she confessed that as she wrote the book, she imagined herself writing to a small, specific group of dear friends in her own life. In a world where it often feels like we have to appeal to everyone, I like this small but radical idea. 

In that spirit, this post is not for the vast void of the interwebs. Or rather, it's not written with that audience in mind. As I type here from my small apartment, wearing my pajamas, with my cat sitting on my feet, my twinkle lights illuminated,  I can see the faces of my closest circle of friends, my chosen family of creative world changers----the theatre artists, the teachers, the activists, the hummingbirds, the hard working souls who dare to imagine how the world could be. I pray you know who you are and how much I admire your talents, your persistence, your curiosity, the joy you take in the work. I hope you know how radically you have changed my life for good.

This post is for you. If you are like me, today was rough. Like me, you may have cried, swore, been snarky on social media, in real life, and wished to crawl into a hole, never to emerge again. Give up. Call it a wash, a loss, a situation that is too ugly and frustrating and full of things rank and gross in nature. 

I see you and I see your pain. If I were with each one of you right now, I would cry with you. Yell at the tops of our lungs. Commiserate in this seeming nightmare that we are in right now.  I would admit to you that I am terrified, in a completely unique way. I feel that I have lost all control. That I have no clue what comes next and if what we do from now on will make a difference.  I don't know that I can imagine what victory looks like, or rather how that victory will be possible.

I once had a friend spend some time with me before I went onstage for a performance. When I got cold feet and began to panic, she lovingly but firmly put her hands on my shoulders and looked me right into the eyes. "You can do this."

You know what else you can do?
-Feel scared about how you will keep your health insurance
-Feel overwhelmed by the idea that as an artist, you are supposed to know the way forward
-Feel angry that once again, it looks as if the arts are fighting to justify themselves
-Feel any feeling that you want, however you want, wherever you want, whenever you want

You can do this. WE can do this. Do what? I'm not sure yet. How? I don't know. Will it be hellish along the way? Yeah, parts of it, probably. But we can and will endure and find the hows and whys and whens and wheres along the way. 

I haven't gone to many events, protests, or rallies since the election because I've been too overwhelmed riding the waves of my own grief. I've gone from sobbing to shouting to silence in sixty seconds. I still don't feel like I have much power or answers. But I am here and you are here and I see you. I am with you, however far apart we are. And I would wrap my arms around you in the biggest hug if we were together and take you by the shoulders and tell you "You can do this."

I pray that this message of solidarity (if not a solution) reaches you wherever you find yourself tonite--both literally and metaphorically.  You don't have to feel  ok, you don't need to feel like a warrior. But you do need to know you are not alone. And that it's ok to take the time to ride your own waves of grief. We can take turns and cover each other--while one of us is paralyzed with sadness, another can stand up on the front lines. When one of us has the strength to be relentless in the fight for justice, another is gifted the chance to take care of themselves if they feel too shaken with grief to move forward.

So, my Dear Friends. Whether we march tomorrow in the streets of Boston, Washington, Los Angeles, Atlanta, or in our theatres, studios, concert halls, or galleries, we must MOVE. One step. Shaky and sad, mad as hell, not even sure where we are going. 

Step.

Step.

Step.


As for tonite, this moment? Drink a glass of water. Allow your shoulders to relax. Take five deep breaths. Give someone a hug. Turn off the news, notifications, and try to get a good night's sleep. This is like a marathon--you don't sprint the whole thing. We need to pace ourselves to ensure that we make it the long haul. 

All the love and strength to you tonite and going forward. 

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Use Your Imagination For Good

1/18/2017

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Someone in the recent past asked me what my favorite part of myself is. I didn't have to think about it, and answered instinctively: my imagination. A lover of Anne of Green Gables and Harry Potter, I was the six year old kid that was sent to my room (which in 1989 did certainly NOT have a television in it) and amused myself for hours imagining that I was watching my favorite shows on the side of my dresser. Yes, my imagination is so powerful and I am proud to have it.

As lovely as it is to imagine away feeling sick, scared, or uncomfortable, being endowed with a big imagination means that you have the ability to flip the coin and imagine things that aren't so fun. Things that are scary, intimidating, and downright horrifying. Planes crashing, your subway car exploding, making one last mistake at your job and being fired and thrown out of the building. I am the Houdini of imagining myself shunned by friends, homeless, and in every kind of medical distress known to humankind. It's not fun, and as much as I can joke about this dark side of my imagination, it has caused me so much pain and suffering. It has caused me anxiety beyond what I will often admit or talk about.

When I found this quote, (above) I thought "YES. That's it." Can you relate to this? Do you both love and hate your vivid imagination? I often think I would love to  give up just a little of my "good" imagination in order to reduce my "bad" imagination.

But we already know it doesn't work like that. And I know that we all know that what comes at this point in the blog article is the cliche explanation, that you cannot sacrifice one without the other.  That you must accept the dark and the light. You must learn to dance with both.

I'm not insulting these explanations. They are, in fact, true. They provide us with the only sustainable way to keep going as a creative, someone who is both supported and tortured by their imagination. We can either learn to love wrestling with the good and bad of having a rich imagination, or we can allow ourselves to sink into our own souls, buried in the quicksand of our own consciousness.  And as someone with a vivid imagination can attest to, that does not sound pleasant at all.

I am still working on this dance, and one bright spot I realized recently is that when you have a stellar imagination, it means you can imagine that things could be different than they are at the present moment. Imagination means you have what it takes to believe that a situation that is really crummy can turn around--this keeps you hopeful. You can also see that a long string of good fortune could also suddenly transform into hard times---this keeps you humble and prepared for different outcomes.

Do whatever it takes to shift from the imagined nightmares to the potential delights and you will feel more alive, more empowered.  It might take kitten videos on YouTube, baking brownies, an unprecedented movie marathon, or just holing up in your house and sitting quietly with yourself for an entire weekend.  Learn the dance well enough that it becomes routine and you can have fun with it. The world needs the gifts of our imagination more than ever right now, and we can only lend ours if we are vigilant about caring for ourselves, however we need to.

Here's one more little graphic about imagining the worst that I found that made me laugh. Perhaps I could at least get myself a cape?
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    My name is Melissa and I'm an actor, playwright, author, filmmaker, and teaching artist who wants to help you discover, cultivate, and care for your creativity. 
     
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