Showing posts with label Christina Perri. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 18, 2020

One Step Closer


The start of my production company, Cafe-Girl Productions, Inc, was formed through the stepping forth into bringing my literal dream of a Doctor Who Fan-Fiction webseries to life.  In that, my character, Jane Smyth, comes to terms with her real self that of the time lady, Romana, and reunites with her friend, The Doctor.  More to the point, I spent a great deal of time during the writing, re-writing, filming, and basically living of the character and her story listening to this song on repeat during the summers and times it was in production and then post-production.  I heard it so much that it just infused itself in the very fibre of my being, as characters are wont to do to us actors, so that even to this day it remains a song that can rekindle itself at a moment's notice or at the most minute of reminders.

I will be brave
I will not let anything, take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath, every hour has come to this
One step closer
And there it is, the essential line of the chorus that repeats itself in my mind as I go about my day, a gentle urging that steadies me and buoys me up with hope: One Step Closer.  We all have goals, ambitions, dreams that we hope to attain, whatever they may be.  Along the course of life, it doesn't always happen in leaps, bounds, but most assuredly slow and steady, one baby step at a time.  Sometimes, the pathway to achieving can seem so gradual as if to seem as if we are falling backwards, when in fact the mere stumbling is not a failure but part of the process of moving forward.  
How do I mean? Well, what I have discovered in my path is that failures are successes in that they are lessons learned to help better us and motivate us forward on our journey.  More than that, success, prosperity,  abundance are simply not of the financial realm, but an overall mindset.  Although it has helped me to feel more secure by having the knowledge of financial wellness becoming more and more achieved, more to the point it has given me the balance needed to focus on my overall goals while not having to worry about the life factors of the 3d world.  
So, right now, in this time of the Covid-19 pandemic, as I await the stimulus check, the various online work I am acquiring and building, the unemployment funds to roll in, I have to remind myself to take a breath when the worry seeps in, when the tendency to scream out "Why me? Why does the Universe hate me? I struggle along, seemingly one step closer to getting ahead only to fall back", and stopping to ask myself, "What is the lesson here?"  I admit there is still a lag time between those thoughts yet it is getting swifter.  
 Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
(screams the Universe back to me)

So, what is the lesson then? Is it of having patience in the waiting? Trusting that some higher power has got me? Well, yes but more than that, I am learning to measure my abundance not in the financial but to continually look at what I do have, in this moment and recognize how far I have come in my path.  
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
So, what do I have? I have created a sizable hole in my debt that has left me with a bit of a safety net in times of woe.  This month I have paid off the majority of my bills, utilities and debt included, which places me in a position not to worry.  I know that I have the finances coming from different sources so that my basic living expenses (like a roof over my head) will be covered so that when the above mentioned finances roll in (stimulus check, etc) I can make the necessary payments needed to move even further forward.
All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
But, the real lesson here is that, now that I have a handle on the whole notion of money (Look, $, you work for me, bitch, not me struggling for you), I can finally start recognizing my worth outside of the dollar I receive.  Yes, it feels good and helps boost my self-worth when I receive the financial for my artistic endeavors and I whole-heartedly accept and believe it is essential, but as I grow deeper in my analysis of self acceptance and love, I see now that the belief in myself in achieving abundance and success is not merely measured by the material but in my outlook on life.  
So, the setbacks will come, financial or otherwise, and I can choose to make them pitfalls of failure, endlessly falling to my own despair or I can realize that they are not to push me down, but the next mountain to climb, discover, and overcome.  They are the pathway to truly appreciating and understanding myself.  I recognize that life should not be lived in the someday, but in the now, that if I continuously plan for the glorious future happiness, I will miss out on the joys of the moment and will never fully be able to achieve the happiness I seek.  
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything, take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath, every hour has come to this

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Monday, February 18, 2019

Once More, We Meet.


Last summer while on set filming, Mind-Sick, I asked the set photographer to snap a shot of the three of us, the two individuals in this photo that will be known only as "Theresa" and "Doctor", respectively.  Later, when the photographer sent it to me, as I took the image in, a realization dawned on  me.

The three of us had danced around each other for years, not truly knowing or spending much time with each other, having a loose connection yet deep within feeling drawn to one another.  Then, in 2016, we happily joined forces to birth our little Doctor Who fan fiction web-series. The years rolled forward and the little series grew into so much more, more faces joining alongside to continue the beautiful tapestry of our creativity into a reality. 

But, its these two that have remained an ever present closeness in the depths of my heart, a kinship and understanding that, despite not always seeing the whites of our eyeballs on the regular, has always been an ever present truth.  Ten years my junior, I watched as they battled against the late twenties struggles, their faces at times a turmoil of reflected inner emotional growth, confused, searching, grasping at some semblance of stability.  I stood present with open arms and an open heart, trying to be patient yet fighting the urge to race over, to rescue, to hold, to promise, "its gonna be okay, you'll survive, I promise, I'm here, little brother, little sister, I'm here."  I couldn't do that, I knew.  They did not want or need that.  I was there, to support, to uplift, to send waves of healing energy and strength as they persevered.  To stand firm in myself, reflecting my journey through the highs and lows of life,  honestly, purely, without fear of reprisal.  And, they persevered.  They made it!  The early thirties rolled around and the struggles on their faces diminished.  Imagine my pleasure as I saw the glow of light and love reflected from within them, finally at peace, safe in their own skin.  Joy, rapture, gratitude!



Studying the photo once again and the others that follow, the truth came flying up into my face, hitting my mind, reaching downwards into my heart.  This isn't our first go around.  Truly, truly, like the song says, its been A Thousand Years.  (Hint: that's a connection to our time-lord selves found in the TimeKeys story.  Watch it on Facebook or YouTube.  Ha, ha, yeah, Theresa, Doctor, I know I'm always marketing.  Didn't we say my gravestone would read, "Watch Timekeys?"  So there.)

Truth be told, I now realize that this is not the first time our souls have met, we three have traveled through this universe in many ages before, most likely centuries, in a variety of different forms and relationships.  (Yes, Theresa, most likely there was a romantic element, perhaps you with Doctor, then happily you and I, so get over it!  We were possibly siblings, maybe.  Lessons learned, connections made, relationships for all of time formed.  Get it?)

 Good.  Let's move on, shall we?


So, here three are, beautiful souls entwined for all eternity, learning together, helping one another heal, conquer the pains of our heart to overcome and be truly free.  Perhaps this is the final time and we'll ascend to the heights above, dancing amongst the stars.  Won't that be grand? Or perhaps we will come back, finding each other in the midst of the chaos of this world, bringing hope, light, healing not only to each other but to others.  Now, that's pretty grand indeed.  Are you down? I am.

Gentle reader, whatever the spiritual practice you profess, I do not mean to convert, condemn, or proselytize you to my way of thinking, to my own spiritual discoveries.  I've had enough of that in my past to suit just nicely.  This is not only to overwhelm my Doctor, my Theresa, with the necessary dosages of love that needs to be bestowed on them on the regular, but for the purpose of sharing my journey deeper within the confines of my own spiritual understandings.  

Since I left the confinement of conservative Christianity nine years ago, I've traveled a bumpy road of confusion of self, spirituality, and the divine as I break free from the manipulations of those abusing their religious power.  I've delved deep into a variety of spiritual texts and practises, gleaning truths from all.  I've come not only to the realization of this truth, the existence of past lives, but more importantly my spirituality is mine alone, mostly to bring my peace, well being, and evolution.  This journey has brought me to the revelation that I no longer need or value a structured organizational religious system to instruct my spiritual understandings, but can find connection through so many varieties, most assuredly my artistic endeavors, for in that I feel the world is brought to a higher vibration of love.  Moreover, I need not attempt to convince, control, condemn, but merely be a witness of the peace within, to share light, healing, love, and acceptance to those brought into my path.  Simply that.

These blessed souls I have introduced in this blog are two that have helped shape my new understandings, have helped bring healing and strength to my soul, sometimes weary itself.  By the very nature of their gentle, loving faithfulness, they have lifted me up and beyond all setbacks.  For that, I stand as a witness for them and with them.  Dear friends, truly I would walk 500 miles.  

And, well, I already did.  So, 500 more?  And, then 500 more? You Got It.  Its done.  

Onwards. 




Saturday, August 26, 2017

Cafe-Girl: A Tru Story



ACT THREE, SCENE ONE

Exterior: Parking lot of Tru and Willow's apartment complex, night.

Ambulance, police cars with flashing lights.  Tru is in gurney being wheeled out by EMTs to ambulance.  Tru's parents stand talking to another EMT, muffled voices.  Willow sits off to the side by himself, on a curb, watching the events unfolding.

PAN: Slowly closer and closer onto Willow's face

Flashback: earlier that day with Shaggy at the coffee shop.

WILLOW

Why does everyone keep saying that?

SHAGGY

What?

WILLOW

To be careful?

SHAGGY

What? She hasn't told you yet---

WILLOW

About?

(Shaggy sits at a table, stares straight ahead.)

SHAGGY

She tell you about Matthew?

WILLOW

A bit.

SHAGGY

They got together, eventually.  They were really happy together, for awhile.  We had this friend back then, don't know what happened to him...he just sort of vanished, he was always a little off...anyway, James, that was his name, started hanging out with Deborah a lot...

WILLOW

Deborah? Oh, right, Tru--

SHAGGY

Tru?

WILLOW

She calls herself that because--

SHAGGY

Okay, then, Tru.  But she'll always be Deborah to me.  The Honey Bee.

WILLOW

Honey bee?

SHAGGY

We looked up our names once, online. Hers meant Honey Bee and that was hers.  Always running around, busy busy bringing the sweetness...I guess that's what James liked about her, he could forget....stuff when she was around.  Yeah, that's we all liked about her...she sorta hypnotized you, you know?

WILLOW

Um, yeah, I can see that.

SHAGGY

Huh.  Anyway, so James and Deborah were getting closer and one day Matt stopped by James house to buy an 8th and...well, he walked in on her and James...

WILLOW

No shit?

SHAGGY

Kissing, just kissing, but still--

WILLOW

What the hell?

SHAGGY

She was different back then, easily seduced, I guess.

WILLOW

Tell me about it.

SHAGGY

She broke it off immediately with James, and tried to patch things up with Matt but it was too late, not meant to be.

WILLOW

So, why bring this up to me now? What's it got to do with me and Tru now, today?

SHAGGY

I'm trying to explain why she is the way she is now, today.

WILLOW

But, why you?

SHAGGY

I...I don't know...but who else will? No one else is around that...remembers...that can even...anyway, Matt wouldn't talk to her anymore so she stopped coming around for awhile....until....one day...

WILLOW

One day?

SHAGGY

There was a fire one night, at the cafe.  That's why its not around anymore.  Matt was called in earlier that night to check on something, after hours and...

WILLOW

And?

SHAGGY

It happened so fast...no one got their in time.  No one.

WILLOW

What are you saying?

SHAGGY

It wasn't anyone's fault...it just happened, is all...it just happened.

Fade out and Into:

Willow sitting on curb, watching the ambulance pull away, lights and siren blaring.  He stares straight ahead.

Black out.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Cafe-Girl: A Tru Story



Act Two, Scene Six

Interior: Long dark hallway towards Willow and Tru's apartment.

Willow enters hurriedly and crosses towards door.  He starts to unlock, but door swings open.

WILLOW

Tru?

No answer.

Tru?  You home?

Sound of running water from the bathroom is heard, then the thud of a body falling to the ground.

Tru?!?!

Willow hurries towards bathroom.  He hesitates at the closed door, knocks.

You...okay?

There is no answer.  He cautiously turns the door handle, finding it unlocked, the door swings open.

Wide: Tru collapsed in bathroom, her arm hanging over bathtub edge, blood dripping down her arm.  She is barely cautious.  Shower water is on and the shower curtain is open, water spills out all over the floor, the bathroom.  she is naked and barely conscious.

Willow rushes towards Tru.  He crouches down near her, grabs her arm, tries to stop the blood with his hand.

WILLOW

Tru? Tru? Can you hear me?

Tru groans slightly.  Willow pulls cellphone from his pocket, fumbles nervously, and finally dials 911.

OPERATOR

911 What is your emergency?

WILLOW

My room-mate...I just came home and found her...she cut herself...she's barely awake...

OPERATOR

Okay, sir, we're getting someone there right away.  Can I just have your name and information?

Fade out.

Fade into:

Willow grabs a towel and wraps it around Tru's body.  He then cradles her in his arms.

WILLOW

Its going to be okay, Tru.  It's going to be okay.  It's not your fault.  It was never your fault.  Never.  It's going to be okay.

Fade out.


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Nate & Laura & How They Met



ACT ONE, SCENE THREE

Exterior: College Dormitory Apartments, parking lot.

(Kiyah pulls into parking lot, stops car.  Ashley gets out.  She waves and says bye.  The car pulls away and Ashley watches it drive away before turning and heading into her apartment building.)

Fade Into:

Interior: Kiyah's living room

(Kiyah, Samantha, and Laura enter.)

KIYAH

(heading directly into her bedroom)

Laura, I can't even.

(She slams the door behind her.)

LAURA

What? Kiyah, don't be like that.  Just say it.

KIYAH

(coming out of her room, standing in the doorway)

How dare you? I asked you if you liked him and you said it was nothing, twenty minutes of nothing...Don't say it, Samantha! Why didn't you just tell me the truth, Laura?

LAURA

I didn't know...I didn't want...I don't want...

KIYAH

Don't want? But you kissed him!

LAURA

He kissed me!

KIYAH

Oh for the love of...why does everything good happen to everyone else?

LAURA

Don't say that, Kiyah.  Just don't.

KIYAH

So, he kissed you and now what, you guys are--

LAURA

Nothing...wait, I don't know...I just--

KIYAH

Nothing?

LAURA

(collapsing onto sofa)

I just don't know, okay? I mean, look what we just did today, with Lucy.  I'm just gun-shy, all right? Look, I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you but I honestly didn't want to...see it for myself.

KIYAH

Right. Whatever.

LAURA

Look, I am starting at the shop in the morning, for Lucy, so I think I just need a nice hot shower and then just to not think for awhile.  I need some time...to myself.  I don't want...

KIYAH

Don't want?

LAURA

Love.  I guess, I am....

SAMANTHA

Running?

LAURA

Yeah. That.

Fade into: Nate, in his room.

(Nate holds a piece of paper with "Laura's cell 541.226.5886" scribbled across it in one hand and his phone in the other. He stares for along time at the paper, as if willing himself to call or text her. His phone rings, the caller id reads "Jessica", he hesitates and then silences the phone. He puts it down on the table.)

Fade out.

Act one, Scene Four

Exterior: Street

(Laura is in jogging clothes, running and listening to music.)

Fade into: Ashley, waking up in her dorm room bed

She sits up, groggy eyed, then suddenly runs to bathroom.

CUTAWAY: Ashley bending over toilet, vomiting.

CUTAWAY:Laura running down the street, headphones in.

Cutaway: Nate and doodle leaving his granny unit

Nate walks Doodle down the street, sees Laura ahead of him on the other side of the street.  He watches her from afar, hesitating.

Cutaway: Laura in foreground, Nate in background with doodle.

Fade into: Lucy and Kiyah's boutique

(Laura and Kiyah are at work together, silently working, after a few beats, Kiyah speaks.)

KIYAH

Hey, Laura?

LAURA

Yeah?

KIYAH

Look, I've been thinking.  I mean, I am sorry that I was so harsh with you yesterday...I guess after everything that happened with Lucy and you and Samantha...and even with my ex...I get kind of testy.  I just...

LAURA

It's okay.  You've been awesome for all of us.  We've been through a lot, and its like what they always say--

KIYAH

What do they always say?

LAURA

I'll tell you...'Guys come and go, but friends are forever'.  So, let's not let little ol' Nate the Manny come between us.  So not worth it.

(Laura freezes with the memory of that last phrase from yesterday. Kiyah doesn't see it.)

KIYAH

Yeah, I just want to know, when its going to happen for me.  You know, love, life, everything.  I am almost thirty and I don't even know what I am doing with my life.  I mean, I got the shop but its really all Lucy, I'm just her glorified assistant.

LAURA

You are so more than that.

KIYAH

Well, yeah, but not legally.  I never finished my degree, so it is what it is.

LAURA

Maybe you should.

KIYAH

Should?

Laura

Finish your degree?

KIYAH

Yeah, been thinking about it, actually.

LAURA

Yeah, I need to figure out myself too, what I want and who I am...without.

KIYAH

Without?

LAURA

Without...a guy, without anything.  Just me.  Just Laura.

KIYAH

Yeah, like who is Kiyah without.  Who is Kiyah? Kiyah is?

LAURA

So its settled then? Boys on the side, friends forever?

KIYAH

Friends forever!

(They fist bump and then hug.  The door bell opens to signify that someone has entered.)

(Nate approaches the counter.)

(Laura and Kiyah's faces fall.)

Monday, December 12, 2016

Nate & Laura & How They Met



Act one, Scene Four

Interior: Auto Repair shop, Benjamin, a heavy set man in greasy work clothes, sits at desk, in the garage, with a car being worked on behind him.  Radio playing in background, he sips from a coffee cup and stares at computer, his cell phone rings,he looks at it, incoming call reads "Samantha", he lets it go to voice-mail.  He looks around, sneaks out a flask from inner coat pocket, opens it, pours liquid into coffee cup, sticks flask back in his coat pocket, stirs coffee with greasy finger, sucks on finger, then sips his drink.  He gives a satisfied grin.

Enter: Nate.

NATE

Um, hi, I'm new in town and my new, um, boss recommended this place so--

BENJAMIN

You got car troubles?

NATE

Yeah.  Just died when I came into town last night.  Had that car for years and then as soon as I got here...

BENJAMIN

That sucks, man.

NATE

Yeah, but it seems, like,I don't know symbolic or something, right?

BENJAMIN

I wouldn't know.

NATE

Yeah.

BENJAMIN

So, you want to bring it in or something?

NATE

Yeah.  My dad said he could cover any expenses.  So, yeah, I can get it towed here and...

BENJAMIN

I got some time this afternoon, say 2:00 pm.

NATE

Awesome. Do you know where I can get a tow-truck?

BENJAMIN

We got that service here.  What's your address?

NATE

Um...hold on...

(pulls out phone.)

I just moved there, like, last night, not memorized or anything yet.

(Benjamin stares at him.)

Right, okay...its 1122 Pine Street.

BENJAMIN

Got it.  So, I'll have my guy there at about 1:30?

NATE

Sounds good.

Exterior: Nate walking out of auto repair shop.

POV: Nate sees Scott and Laura's car pulled up across the street.  Laura gets out angrily, starts walking down the street.  Scott opens driver side door, stands and stares at her.

Nate waves at Laura to get her attention.

SCOTT

Laura, get back here!!

LAURA

No, we're through.  I've had enough--

Scott runs down the street and grabs her by the arm, pulls her back toward car.

SCOTT

Just get in the car.

Scott pushes her towards passenger side, into street. Laura whimpers, opens door, gets in.

CLOSE UP:Nate's reaction shot.

NATE

Fuck.

Nate's phone rings in his pocket, ring tone, Liz Phair's "Why can't I" plays.

Nate pulls phone, looks at it.

Close up: ON phone Incoming call reads "Jessica"

Nate stares at, sighs, answers.

NATE

Yeah, hi, Jessica.

JESSICA

Hi.

NATE

What's up?

JESSICA

I just wanted to check in, see how the move went--

NATE

Yeah, just getting things settled.

Pov: Nate looks across the street to Scott and Laura's car, idling.

CLOSE UP: Nate's face, thinking about what he saw with Scott and Laura.

JESSICA

Yeah? So...Nate, are you there?

NATE

Oh, yeah, sorry, just a lot on my mind.

JESSICA

Nate, I...I...miss you...

NATE

...Really? Well, maybe you should have thought of that before jumping in the sack with---

JESSICA

I told you it was a mistake--

NATE

Oh, yeah, right.

JESSICA

Look, maybe I can come to visit and we can--

Nate

Yeah, whatever, Jess, I got to go.  Things to do, really busy here.

JESSICA

I'm sorry, Nate, I really am.

NATE

Sure.

(He hangs up.)

POV: Nate watches as Scott and Laura's car drives off.