Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Poem



Just when I think I’m spent
Given up my last penny
Can’t take one more breath
Fingernails broken scraped
down the sides of the tub
Not getting fished out of the drain
Along it comes
This damnable thing called hope.

@2012 Jennie Olson Six

Monday, November 26, 2012

My big head

So get a text from a friend that says "nice picture in the paper today."  And I'm thinking that it's for Persuasion, that opens this weekend.  Nope.  Second page in the Union Tribune, my big head is on the page.  WOW!  And the next page, a nice big article about Persuasion.  So to my friends who are wondering where I am and what I'm doing, the paper is publishing my whereabouts.  Does this make me a Kardashian?  If so, I want better clothes.  And someone to do my hair. 

But seriously, I have a lot to be grateful for right now.  And I am so grateful.  We have a public reading tonight of my play at New Village Arts.  This is the dream.  When someone says they're going to workshop your play, it's pretty amazing.  So if I'm not posting a lot, know I'm rewriting.  Or driving to get to my call ontime.  And I'm thankful for all of it. 

Friday, November 2, 2012

Kevin Six's Famous Last Words

*No, do not get yourself a piece of cheese, the man eats first.
*You me sex now!
*It'll only take a minute.
*No, it won't hurt me, I'm a trained trapeze artist.

Finding peace in chaos

I feel inadequate in trying to describe the past few days.  Watching the devastation left by Hurricane Sandy through the lens of the media solidifies a few things for me:
1.  Being present means being present with what is.  Not what it should be, what I should think about it, how I should feel about it.  Just what is.
2.  Staying with this thought from a recent workshop: "You wouldn't walk up to someone who is standing in their pajamas with their three kids in their pajamas, watching their family home burn to the ground and say 'it's all good.  there's a reason for everything.'  That's abusive." It's called hug your neighbor, don't put a band-aid on a chest wound.
3.  Can I be a part of the solution?

"It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness" Chinese Proverb

Monday, October 15, 2012

Practicing the Present

Present:   being, existing, or occuring at this time now.
In this crazy, 24/7, non-stop media, facebook, twittering frenzy world it is hard sometimes not to be distracted.  Incredibly hard sometimes.  Add something difficult in life and become even more scattered or frenzied.  There have been times in my life where I have been completely fractured and really only paying attention to the distractions.  And there have been times when I've been completely self-obsessed to the point of not being able to hear the other person who is in the room.   There have also been times where my pain was louder than anything else. It's those times that being present with what is actually brings more peace than trying to out-think, solutionize or rationalize.
Coming from those experiences, I have learned to watch out for different things and practice being present for each and every moment.  When I am in conversation with someone and my brain is rattling off things that I want to say or comments or being whitty or sarcastic, if I can stop and pause for a moment before I say something, I am more aware of my ego trying to speak.  Instead of obsessively thinking about a problem, I find some gratitude for what I currently have in my life.  When I am unhappy or angry with a situation, I step back and look at it and ask myself "Am I frustrated because I am afraid and responding from a place that doesn't have anything to do with today?"  Taking that pause, stepping back, doesn't make me ineffective, it creates space for me to pay attention to what is going on right at that moment.  And it gives me space to respond differently and look differently at my current set of circumstances.  If I take a moment to pause, I become more aware of what is and not what things should be.   In yogic philosophy this is the practice of Santosha or contentment.  And sometimes, what is is not such a bad place to be.  

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Awake (Wednesday morning poetry)



Awake

Awake:
Perchance to not dream.
What if what appears is
An illusion created?
Fear molded complicity
Fables taught as facts
Perceptions as reality
All lies.

Waking up to dream:
As, what is appearance,
Creation of false reality,
Sparks the light inside
Emerging to awaken the flame
Of our collective consciousness
And set our souls on fire.

@2012 Jennie Olson Six