Life Is Mystery........

Acting is a sense of wonder and magic and mystery for me and when life takes me on a new journey, I simply remember the smile my first ballet recital put on my face and I move forward.


All the details of the life and the quirks and the friendships can be laid out for us, but the mystery of the writing will remain. No amount of documentation, however fascinating, can take us there


Anybody can direct a picture once they know the fundamentals. Directing is not a mystery, it's not an art. The main thing about directing is: photograph the people's eyes.


As a male writer, women are always what men pursue, and their world is always a mystery. So I always tried to present as many views as possible on women's worlds.


“I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life.” 




“And finally this question


The mystery of whos story it 
will be.


Of who draws the curtain.


Who is it that chooses our steps 
in the dance?


Who drives us mad? 


Lashes us with whips 
and crowning us 
with victory when we 
survive the impossible.


Who is it... that does all these things?


Who honors those we love, for the
very life we live?


Who sends monsters to kill us, and 
at the same time sings that we'll 
never die?


Who teaches us what's real and how to
laugh at lies?


Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend?


Who chains us and who holds the 
the key that can set us free?


It's you...


You have all the weapons you need...

...... Life Note ......

I could describe it as a daily wish. Possibly even a prayer if I stretched the hand that held my pen high enough that I may get a little inspiration. 
But it’s really more of a craving. 
This insatiable hunger that I just can’t shake. 
It rattles me until I am dizzy and I think too much and I cannot think anymore so I just go to sleep instead. 
But if this desire was easily attainable, 
well,
would I think it a blessing?
I am already cursed. 


If I could just place some sense in my words, 
if they could flow from page to page and
stick to minds and bind to hearts 
I could make tears dry and souls catch fire and 
lover’s eyes lock, 
well, 
would I have done my job?


If I could only stop feeling so fast. 
Maybe my words would come out with more eloquence
More reliability 
More talent
More energy
but then, 
What else would I have to wish for?


Can anybody hear me out there?

Life....

I have always taken myself too seriously, given the unbroken and unrelenting narratives in my head too much airtime, too much credence. I have always over thought things, beating them to death with undeserved attention and single-minded focus.  After sixty plus years of this you would think I wouldn't go wandering down Worry Road or Speculation Street any more but sometimes, purely out of habit, I fall for the ruse that they will actually get me somewhere.

Whatever the issue is, I have found, it will usually resolve itself in time with or without my thinking about it. Whatever the issue is, I have noticed, it is usually something out of my control anyway. That is to say, it is somebody else's business, not my own. When I worry over whether or not someone has taken my words or actions the wrong way, I am worrying about someone else's brain neurons firing in such a way as to make whatever I did or said a negative occurrence in their life. First, I have no business trying to crack their head's code. Second, what could I do about it even if I could? 

But I'm just thinking out loud here. I'm just thinking about thinking. It's a vicious cycle, isn't it?

True Friendship

True Friendship is a powerful bond & is prescious and “time” can be a powerful enemy if not used wisely…..it slips away…..don’t let your friendships do the same.