I wanted to post this photo because I love performing, I miss performing, and I loved performing that day at Inisfada in Manhasset, NY for Opera Night, the final event that took place in that glorious mansion before it was heartlessly demolished shortly after. The interior was exquisite with hand-carved wood throughout and everything was just… beyond beautiful. I won’t go on about it because it’s incredibly sad and the details can easily be found online, but it was an honor to get a final glimpse of it that day. I loved this outdoor labyrinth. The estate should have been protected as part of our history, but it’s all gone.
That being said, I miss performing. I’ve had health issues for a long time. My balance has been bad since an acupuncture treatment in 2004 (the acupuncturist didn’t understand what they did or how to undo it). For a time in 2009, I walked with a cane, but somehow I regained strength and by 2010 was busking up in town. It seems to go in cycles, albeit unpredictable ones. For a few months in the summer of 2012, I walked with a cane and could not paint. I prayed to find the creative thing I could do, in my current state at the time. I had been doing self-portrait videos at the time (all on my YouTube channel) and one summer day went with my cane to the beach, set up my little Canon camera on a cheap tripod, put my cane down, walked unsteadily toward the water with the sunset behind me, set the camera to burst ten shots at a time, did different poses, and continued until it was dark. Oooh... how that fed my soul!!! It has nothing to do with me wanting to see myself. It has everything to do with needing to express myself. I made a video of the photos and faded them into each other so it looked like a dance, which I was really missing doing. It’s on my YouTube channel.
Another answer to my prayer came in the form of song. I had no idea I could sing, but I loved singing to myself all the time and to songs on the radio. One Thursday evening in September of 2012, I went to the local UU Fellowship at the request of a friend who was planning an event there and asked me to be a part of it. While I was waiting, I remembered reading on the website that there was a choir and that choir rehearsals were on Thursday evenings. I always dreamed of trying but never thought I could sing. As I waited, I didn’t see anyone except for a secretary who passed me quickly and said hello. I asked if there was choir rehearsal that night and she dashed off saying she’d go get the Choir Director (as I waved my hand saying no!!!) It was funny how it happened. The Choir Director appeared and invited me to go sing. The choir hadn’t arrived yet. He handed me some sheet music and asked, “Can you sing?” “I said, ”I don’t know.” I didn’t read music, either, which I told him. So he played the melody and as I have a good musical memory, I sang it. Soprano. I sat in choir rehearsal that night and sang with the choir the following Sunday. What a joy! It’s amazing how prayers are answered.
Eventually I was able to dance again and not use my cane most of the time. I became active at the UU, not only in the choir but helping out with Sunday Services. I did several performances there during services and one during my art show in the gallery space. One morning as we were setting up for a service, one of my choir friends asked me how I could dance if I had balance issues and sometimes needed a cane to walk. I answered and was happy that he asked. My answer was: “If you really look at me while I’m dancing, I mostly use the upper part of my body - my arms, my hands… (people always remark about how expressive my hands are)… and I balance myself by keeping my feet firmly on the ground and apart.” Also, I wear long dresses or skirts so that the top part of me is highlighted. He understood. I shared my secret. I also heartily endorse the saying (not sure of its origin) that when we stumble, it’s best to work it into the dance. I’ve done that more times than I can count and no-one has ever said they noticed.
In one performance I did at the UU for a service, a performance I titled “The Artist” which I performed a few more times at other locations, I wore a white face mask and a kimono, I had a cd of a beautifully sublime piece of classical music, and had a painting on an easel. It was multimedia…. art, music, dance… AND this performance was also interactive. I was basically going to audience members and miming gestures which they understood, for them to add something to a magical soup I was preparing. It was wonderful!!!! I LOVE people, I LOVE touching people’s hearts! I love making people smile, bringing lightness and levity and a touch of magic to all who are open to it. I miss it terribly!
In recent years, before the pandemic, I hoped to get back to performance, but life got in the way. The ticks in September of 2016 felt like they almost killed me. I was covered with them after visiting a campsite with a friend for the afternoon. Within a 72-hour period, despite showers, so many had clung to me. I had at least 50 bites all over and pulled off 15-20 fully engorged deer ticks. I became seriously ill very quickly. The only one who was checking on me was a friend who was a nurse. I was put on a 21-day dose of doxy and felt better afterward. All symptoms were pretty much gone… until two months later when many returned. I haven’t been the same since. It’s always been something, like the partial loss of vison in my left eye in January 2018 that required vitrectomy surgery. Always something, like a breakup, or the loss of my two beloved cats within a year of each other. I love them all, but losing my Tasha girl still stings like hell.
Despite my health, I always need to be creative. It’s in my blood and bones. Painting has saved my life many times, and dance has been my medicine. So this blog post which is turning out to be much longer than I planned, is really about me asking, since the three strokes I’ve had this year, as I asked in 2012…. what now?
I’ve been doing a lot of life review during this healing time. I think about all that I’ve done, how I don’t feel like I’ve even begun really doing all that I’d like to do in my life yet, even with all my accomplishments despite dealing with many forms of chronic illness over the years, and I think about how I want to move forward.
The thing I realized about myself is that yes, I am an artist, but I also love making music. I love singing and sing every day, even as part of my spiritual practice. I love writing and planned to write a book this year about my creative works (which I may still be able to do in little bits before the year is done). I love dancing and performing, especially for people, to touch their hearts…… this is the key. I LOVE using all the mediums and bringing them together to make a difference. And I know these are my gifts, but I always think I am just borrowing them from Spirit. I was made this way…. to share what I have been given.
So now… since the strokes, with all the need to rest, and with my slow body with poor balance and right side weakness… how, HOW can I share my gifts NOW?
This is what I am asking myself, as creative ideas pour through me like a crystalline waterfall wanting to splash upon all that surrounds. This is what I am praying for, because the ideas, the desire to create and reach out with what I do, the intense yearning to connect to others through my art is so strong in me. Sometimes I cannot rest. I believe when we don’t share all the bigness within, that it can make us sick. I keep trying to share…. and I’ve been successful at times, but then some new thing knocks me down, like the strokes. And I get back up, every single time. And I want to get up now, though I rest a lot. My brain has been through trauma and needs to heal. But my spirit is strong and wants to do, create, share. So how… how……….. HOW?