“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
How the power of words left me speechless:
I’m back from Kansas City – and boy, what a trip! All of these outdoor pictures of are the grounds we stayed on at Unity Village – what a beautiful place!
I got to perform Gutless & Grateful for the Transformative Language Arts Network this weekend.
It’s a story I’ve been singing about for three years. I don’t have a story you hear every day. For a while, it was a story I didn’t understand.
My life felt out of control, like the plot of a sick, psychological thriller.
I called a therapist. She calmly replied,
“You have to tell your story.”
What? Tell my story?
I hung up and never talked to her again.
Months went by and I pretended everything was fine. But it wasn’t. Then I thought what the heck, I’ll just say it.
But I couldn’t speak.
At that moment, I knew the therapist was right. Until I could put into words what had happened to me, I couldn’t fully heal.
Three years I’ve been on this crazy journey, performing words from journal entries I wrote years ago as a way to pass the time between surgeries.
And every time feels more rewarding than the next.
The best part is working on this for years with Jerold, a talented theatre guy I’ve known since I was 13 years old.
Jerold lived through this with me. He was at my Passover Seder the night I fell into a coma. He brought my parents lasagna when I was comatose in Bridgeport Hospital. He watched every step forward and back I took. He was in my kitchen when I’d make chocolates for my chocolate business every night, as a way to deal with my hunger when I was unable to eat or drink for years – don’t ask. playing with chocolate kept my mind off of being hungry. I know, it’s weird.
And now, here my new family was, watching me perform for the 2015 Power of Words Conference in Kansas City, MO.
They’ve been with me every step of the way on this crazy adventure.
My family is my rock, my strength.
And now, how cool is it that I can travel the world sharing what I’ve learned, presenting these lessons in the form I’ve always loved the most – the musical thee-AY-er.
I created this painting – “World On Her Mind”, to express how I feel now that I can share my story – part of the world. It feels so utterly alien when you’re struggling with something in the dark, in a surreal realm of medical isolation.
I never thought that by sharing such a unique story, I’d feel so…just like every body else.
You realize that you’re normal…
…when you realize that nobody is normal. We all have something. We all our human. It means our lives all have their peaks and valleys.
So I may be a bitch with quite a few stitches (I LOVE THIS SHIRT!)
BUT it doesn’t stop me from getting out of bed in the morning. (I LOVE THIS SHIRT TOO!!!)
So, right now, I’m Gutless, Grateful, and so Grateful I’m Grateful because…
(wow – another reason to love Yankee Candle besides smelling like yummy pastries!)
So anyway, it was a good weekend. And I not only survived, but am hungry for the next traveling adventure.
Sometimes, the power of words leaves you…speechless.
What will leave you speechless today?
“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”
– Gustave Flaubert