Sunday, September 30, 2012

I Call Shenanigans

Wow... once again time has gotten away from me and it's been too long since I posted. Lots and nothing have been happening, all at the same time. So while I could blah blah blah on about navel contemplation, instead I'm going to post pictures of me goofing around with my college buddies, who showed up last week for a few days.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Performance: Sloth

D'you wanna know what Sloth looks like as interpreted by a belly dancer who's spent all day in a 10-hour training?


Monday, September 10, 2012

Crazy Weekend

This past weekend I took a three-day intense continuing education seminar. On day two of the seminar, I also had a dance performance that evening. It was a crazy weekend, let me tell you!

The continuing education seminar was great. I learned some wonderful new things that I fully intend on integrating into my practice. It also challenged me on many different levels. It challenged me to:

  • let go of my need to control and judge ("If *I* was running this training, I would have....)
  • let go of my fear of being judged and hear constructive criticism as helpful instead of hurtful
  • trust in the process of learning
  • let go of my need to do everything right first time out
I really had some serious issues going on with the second one. There were multiple times where I felt unfairly singled out and that I was constantly being told I was wrong. I was very close to tears because of frustration, especially on Day Three. Of course, sheer exhaustion and information overload had nothing do to with that, I'm sure.

There was a lot of information was squeezed into a short time frame - and for a modality that could be a year long training, three 10-hour days is a short span of time. The reality is, it's going to take some time to digest and integrate everything. Because so much was taught in such a little time, there wasn't much opportunity to go off and play around with things until I became comfortable. Which is how I learn. Give me the information, let me go off and toy around with it and if I need help I'll ask for it. Since there was no opportunity for that, helpful advice was misread as "you're wrong."

I am glad I took this training. I learned some new techniques that are going to help me with things I have been struggling with. What I need now is some time to ground myself back into me. To deal with the tiredness and to give my brain a little break. I need to take a walk in the glorious pre-fall day we have today. I need to bring myself back home. I am thankful I have the time to do that today. Because I feel like I will be more able to move forward with the new tools I have.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Rental or Resident?

Long ago and far away, I used to live about 15 minutes from the ski town I work in now and regularly commuted through the quaint little town. Every year starting around this time I would play a little game I invented called "Count the Tour Buses". Totals would go up exponentially the closer we came to October and Fall Foliage.

This year, I find myself playing a different, more challenging game. It's called "Rental or Resident?" It's easy to pick out the out-of-state tourists who drive their own vehicles; the license plates aren't green. But for those visitors renting cars at the local airport and driving around the state, it gets a little more tricky. But here's what I noticed:

1. Late model cars with not a speck of dirt, dust or rust on them anywhere: Rental

2. Any car made before 2008, covered in dust, with a windshield covered in bug guts and missing at least one hubcap: My car Resident

3. Any car made after 2008, sparkling clean, roaring down the interstate at 90 mph, weaving in and out of traffic like he was in some kind of action movie: Rental

4. After stopping for a red light, when it turns green it takes at least 30 seconds before the car starts inching forward: Resident (possibly one of the most annoying habits of Vermont drivers ever, and I AM one).

5. Any Vermont car going 43 in a 50 zone: Rental. Exception: If it is an early model truck held together with duct tape and wishful thinking or farm equipment: Resident

6. A car is pulled over by the side of the road yet still taking up half the lane, and all the occupants are taking pictures of the sunset/cow/moose: Rental

7. A car with a Vermont license plate pulls into the Ben & Jerry's Factory for the tour: Rental. Exception: Resident driver with at least one non-resident in the car. The tour was only cool to Vermonters when B&J was an actual Vermont business owned by two hippies with a hankering. Now that it's owned by Unilever, Vermonters don't care.

8. A car toodling along the road at a fair clip suddenly and without warning turns on to a different road. When you drive by, you see a "Garage Sale" sign: Resident

9. A car toodling along the road at a fair clip suddenly and without warning turns on to a different road. When you drive by, you see the "Lake Champlain Chocolates" sign: Rental

10. A car with a Vermont plate parked in a decent spot in my quaint little ski town: Rental. All the locals who work there are parked out in the boonies behind the hotels/shops/restaurants and hoof it in.

Obviously, my commute in and out of the area is long enough where I have this kind of time on my hands...

So.... You Want to be an Artist.

For the last several weeks, I have been working through The Artist's Way . This book has been out since the 1990's and I've been...