Counting my Blessings

I’ve been meaning to write this since Thanksgiving…

1. For the opportunity to go to college. I’m keenly aware of the fact that many people around the world, and even here in my hometown, don’t get this opportunity because their families can’t afford it, or they have a family of their own to support.
2. For my Grandpa, who grants me peace of mind in the form of financial aid (which I’ve recently begun referring to as, “Grandpa bailouts” teeheehee). Unfortunately this aid has forced me to begin patching the chip on my shoulder as I’ve had to realize it’s totally uncalled for.
3. That I have a set of wheels—motorized ones…even though the “Service Engine Soon” light has been on for a over a month straight now, my cute little car gets around just fine…
4. For the awesome support network I have in my family, my parent’s friends, who are like family, my friends, the wonderful people I’ve met through school (fellow students and teachers), and my sangha family from Cosmic Dog Yoga. Here alone are over a hundred individual blessings.
5. For my spiritual upbringing. My first memories of contact with Divinity are in the forest howling at the moon, swimming in alpine lakes, and hiking in the Sierras.
6. For my parent’s teaching me to be aware of the beauty that surrounds us, and passing down the knowledge so that I can call these living miracles by their right names, whether it’s a Douglas fir or a Great Blue Heron.
7. That I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty, my feet wet, my heart hurt, or my hair snarled. I’m a wolf in woman’s clothing.
8. That I was raised by parent’s who encouraged me to help with the cooking, the hammering, the painting, the sewing—by a father who loves his garden and a mother who’s never hesitated to help lift an overstuffed ice chest.
9. For the relationships I have with the children I watch and their families. I’m still in awe of the fact that in my line of work doing a job means playing make believe, reading stories, singing, and throwing a Frisbee. Incredible.
10. I’m thankful for my eyes that see, my legs that walk, my tongue that tastes, my bones that grow, and my brain that thinks!

What are you thankful for?

Caffeine

I conducted the final round of statistical research tonight and concluded that caffeine induces a highly social/creative state and is therefore not an effective aid in the completion of mundane homework assignments. Not only must I reject my null hypothesis, that coffee aids in the completion of homework, but evidence in fact shows that it only further exacerbates the problem by causing me to seek out pleasurable ways to spend my caffeine high–besides getting into a two-page paper on an aspect of Twelfth Night.

In addition to this negative effect of coffee, I learned something else not so long ago. When I inquired about what I might be missing nutritionally to cause me to stay so extremely sore for so long after yoga classes, from a woman at a health store, she pointed to the cup of coffee in my hand and said, “How much of that are you drinking?” (scientific note: it’s all the acid. It gets into your muscle tissue and makes it hard for your muscles to grow and repair themselves as they naturally would)

In considering all of this tonight, I’m forced to face a third fact: that I am addicted to caffeine. The thought of truly giving it up– including its relatively benign cousins of black tea and green tea–makes me very uneasy. There’s something about coffee–the rich aroma, the steam rising from the mug–I don’t know how I’d give it up for good.

Any tips from recovering coffee addicts?

Love love
Katie

Valentine’s Day

This Valentine’s was wonderful–wonderful because I was I felt neither excited nor bitter. In the past, the day has always caused an emotional upheaval of some sort whether it was excitement and anticipation of a day spent with my sweetheart or grave bitterness rooted in envy of the world’s happy couples.

But this year I was content. Content to be exactly where I’m at right now. Content in knowing that my future will assuredly contain romance but for now my focus is on school.

So those of you out there in the blogosphere, I hope that if you have a sweetheart, the two of you enjoyed a nice day together, appreciating one another. And to those of you, like myself, who spent the day without a mate with whom to celebrate, I hope you felt the same as I, but if you didn’t then chin up! Your time will come!
LOVE and <3’s from Katie Lady

Intuitive Reading

You know that feeling you get when you look at the six books by your bed/on your desk/in your office that you’re “supposed” to read—either because you told someone you would, or because you bought the book and feel guilty that you haven’t yet read it, or the book is an actual assignment so you really ought to read it—anyway—regardless, you look at the books and feel a heaviness in your heart. And yet, maybe one of the six calls out to you, like a friend who’s waving at you as you walk toward each other in a crowd. And you think, I’d really like to read that book, but it’s on the bottom of the stack. Atop it are a book your friend bought you for your birthday, which she keeps asking you how you liked, another you borrowed because at the time you thought you really would want to read it, and just below that is the book you were supposed to read in class last semester but you instead read cliffnotes, promising you would redeem yourself later by actually reading the book. And still beneath those books, at the bottom of the book, is one that’s calling to your soul.

For about a year now, I’ve taken up the practice of intuitive reading. By this I mean, I choose what to read, how to read (flip to a chapter or section at random, or in order as written), and whether or not I want to finish it–guilt free. This practice has opened me up to an amazing amount of synchronicity. For instance: when I first got to the meditation retreat, I was reading Thict Naht Hahn’s Living Buddha Living Christ.  The section I was at was about finding your community, in which Hahn implores you to visit a meditation center if you can. By the end of the retreat, I had finished reading that book, and decided to pick back up where I left off in Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s, Women who Run with the Wolves, only to find that I was on a section entitled, “Returning Home,” about how to re-integrate into society when you’ve been spending time in the still, deep waters of the soul. Every time I’ve opened up Estes’s book it spoke directly to where I was at in my life at that time. It’s been incredible.

So I suggest this practice to you. Shed the weighty guilt of unread books and instead allow yourself to sense intuitively what it is you need to read and when. If you’re halfway through a book and it no longer grabs your attention, don’t waste another minute of your precious life! Put it down and pick up something else that excites your mind.

(unless of course, you’re a college student)

Love and blessings,

Katie

Yoga Epiphany

Savasana (corpse pose) is the final pose in every yoga class.

Savasana (corpse pose) is the final pose in every yoga class.

On Monday, I tried a class with Cosmic Dog’s new yoga teacher, Rick Allen, who teaches Anusara yoga, a school of yoga that puts a heavier influence on the spiritual aspect of yoga as well as on proper alignment.

At the end of class, I enjoyed an unusually deep savasana, during which it occurred to me that ending class in corpse pose (savasana) and then rolling onto the right side (a pose reminiscent of the fetal position) is a symbolic rebirth.

I just thought this was a point worth sharing with the other yogis who might come across my blog. Did anyone else notice this? Is it intentional? Where does this tradition come from?

Director’s Update

Casting

…was a snap. The other directors and I had been talking throughout the process so we each knew who the others “needed” for their play to work and when it came time to decide the remainder of the casts, each fell into place quite nicely. I think this had something to do with the fact that there was one not-very-assertive member of the bunch who kind of got stuck with the left-overs. It was funny, once the other female director got her cast figured out she said to him, “It’s okay. You gotta stand up for yourself! Tell us who you need.” Totally after the fact. It was like forgetting to invite someone to a party and then telling him afterward he should have been there. I thought it was kind of funny.

First Rehearsal

The next class session it was time for me to reveal the entirety of my script to my cast and so I showed it to Kelly, a good friend of mine, the night before who very kindly pointed out to me its blandness. Thanks to Kelly, I realized that  if my play were an earthquake, in terms of plot and motivation, it couldn’t be felt if you were standing on the fault line. I’m still amazed Kelly managed to put her words gently, and so thankful I had an honest friend with whom I could comfortably share it at this most formative stage.

After a very early morning of rewrites I made it to class on time for my first rehearsal period. Before heading outside to rehearse, the cast and I met in the theater to introduce ourselves and exchange contact info. After this was finished, I handed out the scripts. The next five mintures were agony, watching my cast read the scripts. I wanted to so badly to know what they were thinking! Unfortunately, only one of them knows me well enough to give his opinion.

For our first day we rehearsed outside (the directors take turns getting to use the stage), and it was rather windy. My cast kept asking questions about the yoga aspect of the play and little intricacies–okay, big technicalities–that I hadn’t thought through. I was hoping that some of the transitional scenes could be improv’ed but that’s not going to work. I didn’t realize how much of the play still needed to be figured out. Towards the end of rehearsal I was pretty flustered; I really wanted for the cast to just run through the script a few times, as written, so I could see what their take on it was, in other words with very little direction from me, but they kept asking questions. I suppose I could have said, “I just want you to run through it a few times, as best you can, so that everyone has their bearings.” But, I didn’t.

On the bright side, it was really cool watching them rehearse the parts that did run smoothly. With all other forms of writing, the author doesn’t get a chance to see the work come to life, separate from her own performance. But with drama, you get a chance to see it happen, to release your creation, to let it walk on its own two feet.

Second Rehearsal

I went into it with a completely different attitude. It was our turn to the have the stage and I laid out my goals for the day right at the beginning of class. I wanted to work on the transitions between scenes. There are several scenes that have six people on stage and I have to block out (blocking=where the actors are on the stage) and script the entrances and exits in a way that looks both natural and clean. I also wanted to begin giving the cast more information about how I want the feel of each scene to be. Finally, I wanted to see where everyone was at in terms of yoga—which by the way at this point does not look good. I sort of forgot what it was like to do yoga for the first time. Some of the poses that feel as simple as standing up or sitting down to me, due to muscle memory, are like learning to walk for them. We’ll see how it goes as things progress.

You might think that directing a play of your own craftsmanship might be easier than directing one written by someone else because the vision is yours and yours alone. In fact what this does is leave no one else to point the finger at. The success of this play is entirely up to me, as I’m confident in my actor’s abilities. The pressure is definitely on.

Reflections

I’m having this very odd experience that is analogous to an animal that’s been encaged for a long period of time…once the door is opened, it hesitates to leave its familiar confinements. For a long time I’ve been subduing my leadership tendencies—not to the extent that I’m being untrue to myself, I’m still always pegged as unofficial leader in group project scenarios in the classroom—but enough so that others don’t feel pushed around by me. As a child one of my earliest memories of having my feelings hurt by a peer was because I had been called bossy. I don’t actually remember the conversation I had with my mom but I know she explained to me what the word meant, and somehow managed to both encourage my natural leadership abilities, while also letting me know that I needed to ask my playmates if they wanted to do the same thing that I did, not just come over and tell them what it was we were going to do. Now, I’m in this situation where bossiness is not only acceptable, it’s expected of me and I’m hesitating. The idea that I have a place to express this leadership, that there’s a scenario in which I get the final say, bar none, is extremely exciting, but it’s hard for me to absorb the expanse of such a freedom.

By Monday, I need to have a complete list of everything we need in terms of props and setting; I need to have a final script, complete with highly detailed stage direction for all entrances and exits and one added scene to build up the conflict; I need to have a good idea of where I want to go with music and start trying some of it out this week to see if it sounds right; and finally, I need to have a packet of pictures of the yoga poses that are in the play, complete with hand written tips for alignment. Not to mention homework for my other classes and preparation for rush day (club day) on Wednesday. Oy vey!

But it’s all very exciting. I talked to Laurie and Lisa, co-owners of Cosmic Dog Yoga, and they said it would be okay for me to invite my cast to the studio for some additional yoga practice after my shift is over on Saturdays. I’m finding that directing the play and teaching yoga at the same time is not a workable combination. I’m really hoping that my cast will view this as a fun and unique opportunity, and not as a drag. I definitely plan to make it fun; we’ll have the place to ourselves and I’ll play good music. I don’t know that I even want to run the script there, mainly I just want to teach them yoga. Which means also that I have to teach my first yoga class…the thought is exciting beyond words and also more than a bit intimidating.

I feel blessed that Cosmic Dog is supporting my efforts in this play…they’re also letting me borrow mats for my cast to use in our on campus rehearsals. Well, more to come later.

More soon on this subject I’m sure…

Kathryn Muat, Director

Casting Call!

This past week we held auditions in my drama class and myself and the other three directors got to select our casts.

Throughout the process, we (the directors) communicated to each other which actors we “needed” for our scripts to work, so by the end of Wednesday when it came time to do the draft-style cast selections the actors all fell pretty neatly between the four plays.

I am very happy with my cast and very excited to be working with them! I think this whole directing thing should come very naturally to me, but it remains to be seen…and until things get rolling I have to admit I’m a little nervous. Especially because the people I’m directing have more theatrical experience than I do and because they are my peers.

So for this week, I need to plan out rehearsals. I’ve got two hours, twice a week for four weeks and then performance time, so I need to know exactly what I want to do with each of those periods so that this whole thing works.