Crossovers in life

I learned a few somethings over the past couple of weeks in Dublin. Two heads are better than one. Cycling is difficult when you are in the same lane as all the buses… and no matter how fit you are you will sweat doing it. Talking about what we do is important. Doing what we do with integrity and rigor is essential.

Crossing over is sometimes necessary to transmit knowledge and experience.

I had four hours to explore a piece I have been working on, in the company of like-minded individuals and a stellar mentor. I felt like I had four hours to cure cancer to be honest. I didn’t realize that I felt this way until the final hour. But I am so grateful to this pattern of cosmic timing because by the time I realized, I still had one hour to crossover.

What bothers me sometimes, is how it can feel like every one needs to be placed inside their ‘box’ so that we, as humans, can comprehend the world. It is something that I really feel strongly about because I think it needs to stop. That being said, I remember reading somewhere that we should always question ourselves when something is bothering is because oftentimes the thing that bothers us is something that we ourselves do.

So this is the case here… I put myself in a box. Choreographer. Which meant, at the time, I had to be on one side of the work – the outside of it looking in – and I had to work my magic from this place. Why did I do that to myself?

I wanted so badly to test myself in order to see how I could translate the work, but what I didn’t allow was flexibility in my method. Until I realized, with the help of a fruitful conversation, that up until this point I had only known the role of dancer/choreographer. That all the time I am simply Bianca – no need to put me in a box- Paige Smith. So why would I put myself in this box of whatever I thought a choreographer was and force myself to fit into a method that wasn’t getting me where I wanted to be? I had to crossover and I had to do from within, not out.

My final hour was thrilling. It was so fulfilling and I felt I was able to inject myself into that hour. I was able to mold the time around my method and to physically engage in whatever role or roles I felt necessary to translate my work. What I got in return was a direct energetic exchange with 5 different and equally awe-inspiring people. They affected me physically, emotionally and intellectually. This is what the work does and I was able to receive this exchange without the pressure of creating it. I am grateful for the crossovers in life. I am grateful for the opportunities to take these boxes and build a fort.

Talk soon

B-

Candlelight and showers

It has been raining on and off all day. Since I woke at 830 am. In between showers though is the most beautiful sunshine coming through the clouds. This place – Limerick, Ireland – is magical and mysterious.

I’ve been writing so much lately that it is starting to heal me. It’s starting to give me inner peace – the kind that I’ve been after for what feels like lifetimes.

Passing showers are such a beautiful state. Of weather, of being, of living – could all be seen as a passing shower really. But there are times in life, like where I am at right now – where everything feels like a passing shower. Bursts of extremely different activity. Different locations, different atmospheres, different interactions, different people to be with and around.

I’ve been living through passing showers for months now and today I can see the sunshine coming through the clouds. I will be leaving one place and going to another. As this shower clears the sun is guiding my way.

There’s something of value in the idea of things coming in bursts. What does it mean to sustain? Sometimes I think that in order to sustain ourselves, to be here now, to be doing and recreating the same thing – something has to change. Actually I believe this. I really do believe that in order for me to live the constancy of life that I have to be always changing – which is another way of just being here now – always present and receptive to what this very moment brings.

Commit to things and let go of all the rest. In doing so, I believe that we can allow ourselves to be free within our commitments. Of expectations, of past experiences, of responsibilities, of delivering, of being a certain way. Free to just completely be in our commitments. As I write this I read what I am writing and I feel the necessity to remember this because I need it. And I need it to be here. On this white page.

Talk soon

B-

Take a moment…

How long is a moment? You know…?

How long is a moment? A moment in time is only called a moment because it is significant. Otherwise it is called a second, a minute, an hour… a period of time.

But a moment is more than a period of time. A moment requires a recognition. I can’t call something a moment unless I am taking or having a moment. There is a piece of me in every moment. And I am in every second. But there is every single piece… all of me… in a moment.

So I feel I need to take a moment. As many moments as I can actually. I want my minutes, hours, days, weeks and years to be filled with moments. All it takes is all of me. To be here now. In this moment.

Otherwise time passes and we are less than present.

Moments like these… when I have the time to sit and write by candlelight – without distractions, off of Facebook and away from my phone… are few the moments that make up my memories of the time that we have to spend.

The rest of my moments have to do with being around my loved ones. Have to do with doing what I love – creating, performing, cooking, eating, living my art and heart…my heart’s desires.

I could write all day – and I feel that it’s simply because it allows me to take a moment and string it to the next moment via the words that are pulsating out of my fingertips on to this white blank canvas. Allowing me to color the page. Just the same way that I chase after the colors that make up white in my art, my writing allows me to color this white page with the fruits of my moments.

This moment… I am particularly grateful for. So I aim to take as many moments as I can and offer the opportunity for people to come and join me in taking moments. We can all sit together if you’d like. I would like that.

Talk soon,

B-

Weird II Beautiful

Am I going through the motions or being present in the moment? Going with the flow or riding the wave?

It felt surreal to be on the plane all night. And when we landed in Dublin this morning I felt … weird. I usually feel relieved and excited and so many things, that’s just naming a couple. But today I felt nothing. So I don’t think I actually felt weird but I only felt weird in retrospect or in absence of feeling other things I used to feel. So that’s it. I felt nothing but also because of that I have a feeling that this is one step closer to feeling everything – as in every single second – the presence of the present.

I felt nothing but also nothing stopped me then from being here. With me.

The line for customs was long. But luckily I had some reading material. It was a long message from a caring and loving friend. The message stirred up a lot for me and today, until now, I felt the dust has been settling. So what has started to come through, written in the dust reminds me that what we feel and what we interpret are different.

Feeling present and being present are different than labelling what we are feeling in order to understand it, inevitably in the past.

So in my bed on my own tonight, I am left with this and it’s a start.

I should also mention that this friend is not the only friend who reached out to me just to see how I am doing. So thank you to all of the beautiful people, who felt my message. It was for us.

B-

Visiting. Coming. Going. Staying. Leaving.

I flossed my teeth this morning. It was very painful and my gums were bleeding quite a bit. A while back, I made a really good habit of flossing daily. It was something I did for myself and it really made a difference to my daily life believe it or not.

Somewhere along the line I stopped. I stopped doing that for myself. But today on the 5th of July I started again. This day is significant in my life believe it or not – I didn’t realize it until I looked at my Facebook memories. A year ago today I moved out of my house and into the house I live in now. Five years ago today a very special person in my life booked flights to visit me and what followed changed my life significantly. And in the present moment today is my last full day home before I head back to Ireland.

It’s a funny feeling, feeling like a visitor in my homeplace. I was thinking about it in my half sleep this morning – that phrase – home is where your heart is. And just reflecting on my journey over the past 4/5 years since Ireland has become a part of my life.

My heart was always in Jersey. Until I discovered Ireland and my spirit soul felt free and light. Being in Ireland allowed me to connect more deeply with the deepest parts of who I am. And since then I have felt my heart was there. So that’s the funny thing – home is where the heart is – my heart and home were in Jersey and then my heart and subsequently my home were in Ireland and this morning it hit me – my heart is in me. So my home should be where my heart is – and I should be able to feel at home in myself.

I don’t. And so because of that I am in a predicament where I feel like a visitor everywhere. And a native nowhere. I spoke out loud this morning a desire for everyone who I love to just know exactly how much I love them. Because it overwhelms me on a daily basis and this is why I find it so hard to come and go. So this is to all of my special friends and family who I know and love:

I wish that you could know, how your being gives me purpose. I wish you could feel the love that I have in my heart and gratitude for your existence that I feel every single day. I wish that I had a million hours in the day to spend with you, talking with you and laughing with you, reminiscing with you and pondering life with you.

Know that I want the absolute best for you and that I want to be able to be a part of your life, in any way that is meaningful to both you and I. Know that I am absolutely terrified of ever losing you, disappointing you or hurting your feelings. And please know that I think the world of you and I appreciate and acknowledge both the life you have lived and are creating for yourself.

I wish peace and joy for you, always.

Why am I writing this? Well because I feel like I have to so that I can let go. Let go of the responsibility, guilt and torture. I am torturing myself and wrecked with guilt every day, hurting deeply every day over things. Coming back home to these feelings is very hard. Leaving before I’ve dealt with them properly is even harder. And staying this whole time while feeling this way has been slightly torturous.

I love being home. I love seeing my family and friends. So so so very much. But I am facing a terrible storm inside every time I am home. And it’s so hard to acknowledge it because it makes me feel like I don’t belong. It makes me feel unloved and uncared for.

It reveals to me how I feel about myself. I don’t feel this way when I am in Ireland. I am never embarrassed of who I am over there or afraid to act how I want to act in case it might make someone else feel uncomfortable. So to come home and feel these things reveals deep revelations to me about my humanity.

The truth is that I am hurting so much to leave this place that I have called home for so long, with these people who I love so much. But I am also hurting to realize that I am not looking forward to the time alone that is upcoming for me. The time apart from the people who have been so invested in me has been such a blessing for me. But now as I return to that I am realizing that I still have yet to fully learn how to use that to become more invested in myself. That is my missing link. That is what leaves me feeling unloved, uncared for and scared to be on my own. It also leaves me scared to return because I don’t want to fall back into the patterns of using my beautiful network to fill the void.

I also have to say some things to some people that I am afraid to say. I am so afraid to speak my mind. Where did this come from? I just don’t know. But holding it in is hurting me. And avoiding these conversations is hurting my relationships. Having this hanging around right before my departure to the Emerald Isle is distressing to me. So perhaps I can find a way to say them here. To some family members I need to say – I wish that you could see how much I am hurting over the new realities and the old wounds uncovered. Because of this I pray on my own for peace in my heart and life but also can’t help but have a desire for things to change for the better. But in truth I am suffering greatly and I hope that you do not take any offense to this because I need a bit of space now. I hope that when I return that we can discuss the things that are important to me without pressure and most importantly with enough time for me to stick around to continue the conversation and for us to work through the consequences together. 

These days I just find my mind to be filled with so many thoughts and plans and schemes in order to fit everything in. I feel so much pressure and then I feel good about myself when I have managed to fit it all in. But the truth is I am longing for the life with balance. Balance with time for me and time for you (all the special yous in my life) and time for making spontaneous decisions and running with the day. It is neither here (Jersey) nor there anymore (Ireland).

This realization hits me deeply. And hard. But letting it go here lightens my load slightly. I follow a spiritual mentor who pulls Angel Cards daily and shares them on Instagram. This morning the card was Meditation. Yesterday the card was Author. There is a message for me that has to do with writing, and with making quiet time to listen to messages that are being sent.

So this morning/afternoon I tried to listen. And all of this was ready to come out. Thank goodness to be honest because it feels so hard to hold all the hurt inside. Lighter. A bit lighter now.

B-

#Onmyown – cheeseburgers

Well this is something I just want to start sharing. Doing things on your own. It’s such an interesting thing in this world the way it is today.

There is a stigma around doing things alone – from my experience anyway. That people will feel sorry for you because you are alone and so that must mean you “have no friends”. “Oh the poor thing, look at her over there on her own.”

Blahblahblah ya know?

Anyway, I was in Dublin on my own last week, volunteering at the Dublin Dance Festival. I had a few days of volunteering and evenings to see shows etc. I had to eat obviously. But I was on my own… oh no.

Bunsen. Absolutely unreal cheeseburgers. How could I not? So walked in there and answered the dreaded question… “no it’s just me”. Got a seat at the bar because I’m a loner and don’t deserve a table. (LOL enjoying writing in the added drama I have to say).

I sat down and ordered my cheeseburger. Immediately went on the phone to call my dad. So at least if I was on the phone then I wouldn’t seem like a poor, sad, lonely gal eating a cheeseburger alone because I have no friends. Had a nice chat with my dad till my dinner arrived but I needed two hands to eat this thing so had to weather the storm alone then.

I sat there, with my own self, and I think I enjoyed it lol. Sometimes when we feel like we are doing something weird its hard to enjoy it but being on your own and enjoying your own company shouldn’t be weird.

The cheeseburger was unreal. Till about halfway through when nature called – I had to pee! Now here is the fascination I have with this idea of being #onmyown – I panicked for a second and I was like oh god – I’m on my own and so what happens if they take my dinner away while I’m gone to the bathroom because they think I’m done! HAHA it might be a bit silly but it was so genuine at the time. Never would have had that thought if I wasn’t having dinner on my own.

I had to take the risk! It would have ruined my meal otherwise because I would have been uncomfortable. So I left and I made it SO QUICK in case I had been burgerled (LOL).

Came back. Dinner intact. Delighted. It’s tough being on my own, but I think I’m starting to enjoy my own company more and more. Being in the studio alone has allowed me to confront/acknowledge/appreciate a lot about myself which I think made the burger experience that much more bearable. More on that later… Thoughts for a rainy Monday anyway.

 

PS. Photo credit goes to the talented Caleb Purcell who has asked me to allow him into my studio sessions – where yes, I am alone, enjoying my own company (sometimes) to capture a bit of the soul of my dance maybe? Not sure what he would call it!

Why I write (part 1 of many perhaps…)

I don’t normally do this… actually I’ve never done this. But what I wrote this morning in my journal is something I would like to share for the first time. (Ever. ever ever. Dun dun dun.)

Stopped writing or a few days and a storm started brewing inside. My meditation this morning was about trusting my core self. And Doreen’s cards were about listening to your intuition and intuitive guidance. Why does that feel so hard? It really feels like I’m torturing myself. This world has so many possibilities so it makes me feel like I really can do anything.

And I think my ego has guided me in the past to do whatever it takes to follow through with what I said. Probably because that is attached to how people will view me. And – I was going to write –> “But what about how I view myself?” BUT … What I really just need is –> What bout who I am? How I am? I am. That is enough.

I have read that. Writing allows me to be because it focuses the ego and the mind.

Why is it so hard to make choices? I feel disconnected from what I already know about myself so then when faced with a million options I consider them all. And it seems like my ego weighs them up. But then there’s the spirit soul just being underneath that, with all the answers. She wades in a pool of knowing as the rays of intuition shine down on her to keep her glowing. She’ll never leave because where she is, the universe supports her eternal life. And she drinks from the pool when famished. So she knows.

That is inside of me. Just underneath the ego. Closer to my heart. I read somewhere … The book is called The Journey of Self Discovery– its my newest adventure – This line –> “Study yourself.”

We are all a microcosm of this place. If we know ourselves and we study what’s already here, we can affect change by being our best selves. What is the point of putting on another costume, thinking we are making a difference, when really there is just another layer added to the ego that lengthens the journey to our spirit?

I don’t like to make these statements but I feel this one is coming from a deep place – Intention is everything. If I study myself I can act with clear intentions and make my biggest effect. And hopefully it allows me to have an easier time making choices, too.

Talk soon,

 

B-

Dancing in the rain

I danced in the rain today. Literally. But there’s something about that phrase – isn’t there a quote that goes something like … learn to dance in the rain? Something like that.

Anyway – it’s such a funny process to go through – surrendering. I experienced it today in such a physical way that it gave me so much hope for surrendering to all other aspects of this life. I’d like to share the story with you. (I’m currently sitting in my cousin’s bed procrastinating on a funding application… so that’s me right now and it’s obviously the best time to tell this story)

I was asked by my aunt to dance in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Galway – with her daughters’ GAA club. So I said yes. I had to do a dance with a Gaelic football. Piece of cake… lol. It was a lot of fun actually. Once I gave up on every thought or desire I had about how the day would go. To be honest I didn’t really have very many but I can name a million experiences like this where I did. Anyway!

We got out of the car and I managed to fit this GAA jersey over my winter coat (thanks be to the forces that be). We made our way over to our spot in the parade looking like a bunch of hunchbacked Michelin men (you know the puffy white man who sells tires?!). We were a great looking bunch anyway.

It starts raining nearly immediately as we start walking towards our spot. It’s not too bad yet but I had a feeling it was going to be that kind of day. The forecast was predicting 100 percent chance of rain and not the kind of raindrops that don’t make a fuss.

Get there and we are standing for about 45 minutes before it even starts. It’s lashing down. It’s freezing. Every single layer of my clothes (about 5/6 of em on top at least!) is slowly soaking. It’s like I realized that this was all completely out of my control and whether I liked it or not I was going to be dancing in the parade soaking wet. So looking back… I obviously decided to just like it!

Enjoyed myself thoroughly and got completely soaked. It didn’t have to be a bad day just because I may have had desires for the day to be a certain way and it wasn’t. You know that process that we go through sometimes? Where we set ourselves up for how we want things to go and then we torture ourselves miserably as we slowly and painfully let go of each desire one by one until either the day is over or we allow ourselves to enjoy it.

Something about the impending doom of lashing rain just allows that process to be instantaneous for me. I welcome these lashings of rain in every aspect of my life now because I am so ready to just surrender and accept every moment.

Today was a great one. And now I’m in bed lucky enough to reminisce about it. No complaints here.

Talk soon,

B-

Setting my desires free

This picture is of a painting that is transformative. Behind it are all of my desires for the next few months. I used to think that by writing them down and looking at them, by being reminded of them I could make them come true for myself.

Then after receiving some responses back – a few no’s as I mentioned, I looked at this vision board – full of “visions” of things that weren’t meant for me and then it all just looked like a list of things that I was trying to make happen. Then I thought… maybe I wasn’t in charge of what was meant to happen.

So I acknowledged myself and my desires. And then I decided to set them free. I just know that things happen for a reason and when I’m ready, I will receive experiences. I know that. So what am I doing trying to force my hand on life? I’ve expressed my desires and I have asked for what I would like. But I know and I think that there are others who feel this way, that I don’t always know what’s best for me. The universe needs to work through me.

I read somewhere… something about doing things with intention. So I painted yesterday again… with the intention of setting these desires free. I admit I still have some humanly hope that they will all come true. But it felt better to let them go, it really did. Now the next step for me is to work on the trusting bit. Trusting that the path that I am on is one I will be guided through and that I don’t have to make things happen.

It is my understanding that people seem to believe that life has to be hard in order for it to be good. That we have to suffer in order to be happy. To that… I have many things that I say to myself and the one I can share is this: Perspective is everything. Peace is powerful.

So yeah… I feel better now after setting some things free. It feels a bit more okay to be here. Like that is enough.

Talk soon

B-

A declaration

I want to live my truth.

I want to do what I say I am going to do – to be accountable.

I want to be with my own company in peace.

It hit me today … that none of us actually know just how far and wide our light shines really. We walk around on this Earth, doing our best (hopefully) not even knowing how we may have affected someone’s day, moment… life.

Today I had a moment of realization and while dancing I imagined myself with this bright yellow light coming from the center of my belly. It feels like this light needs to be pure if I can ever do justice to those who cross paths with its rays, ya know?

So I just feel I need to declare my gratitude and my commitment to continuing to be true and to living my truth. I find the days difficult sometimes, but the opportunity to talk about experience and being-ness with others offers me a chance to clarify what I know. Through sharing I come to know myself.

Through sharing today I realized that I will never truly know how far my essence travels, so I better make sure, just in case it ends up somewhere where it’s really needed, that it is purely me. And not a hidden version of me or an afraid version of B.

Working on it anyway. For a gal (me) who is constantly questioning why I’m here and what the point of all of this is… it’s really nice to be reminded that what I project reaches farther out than I could ever imagine. And so for that… I declare that I intend to project purely and with integrity.

And for you, who is reading this, I hope you know that every single one of us makes a bigger ripple in the waves than we could ever imagine. So if you can trust in that… what kind of an affect do you want to have? Be that effect.

Talk soon

B-