I’m hiding out at my friend’s house in Upstate, NY. Though I live in Woodstock and most people consider that Upstate, I have come even further Upstate to get some much needed rest in the aftermath of the Art Revival, which I produce as part 0f my role as artistic director of The Secret City. It was a truly magical weekend—parties, performances, processional, picnics—with tons of great people and a beautiful celebration of art and community.
It’s funny, even though I live in such a sweet and bucolic setting I still need to get away from my office and my things to really feel that break...those of you who are workaholics, like me, or artists, like me, or self-employed, like me—you know how it is: you don’t really even take a full chunk of time off. I’m happy to be somewhere quiet and remote where I can do a little bit of work and then go for a swim or take a nap or read my book—I guess they call them working vacations?
Today I’m getting back to my regular life—paying bills, planning upcoming workshops and looking at my schedule for the upcoming year.
My birthday is mid August—I’m a Leo, duh—and I’m always complaining to people who start t0 talk about the a[taco of fall when we’ve barely made it into August. Growing up in Southern California, that memory of August being the hottest, most summer of months is part of it, also I can be pedantic when it comes to the seasons: “autumn isn’t until Deptember 21sr!” I’ve been known to scream. It’s also probably related to my e
leo ego—I always felt that my birthday was the center of summer, and still feel it is the beginning of the year. All that is to say—I’m just starting my summer, and I’m also starting to prep for fall and I’m also trying to rest...IT’S ALL HAPPENING ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
Im putting together a big email for tomorrow with workshop dates in NYC and LA. I’m hoping to squeeze one in Upstate, too. Kingston or Woodstock in November. We’ll see. And, I’m working on the pro-soap for my book. The latest revision is nearly complete and I send that off next week.
The world is on fire—let’s all make things that will put it out. Or light the way to the new world. We are the ones remind the others of our humanity. Sleepy, overworked, beautiful humans who have tons of work to do. Just make sure to get that nap in. And that swim. And that juicy book you’re reading. Much as I hate to admit it, Summer is nearly over. Love love love.