Choices in Perspective

Today (Sunday, when I’m actually writing this), was the Pier Street Market. It’s the Market that I read tarot at every Sunday (almost) from May-September, in lovely Campbell River, BC.

Market Comparison Walks WithinIt’s right on the waterfront, next to the pier. It’s an absolutely gorgeous location – beautiful sea breeze, view of the water and Quadra Island. And most of the summer, the weather is great. We have the odd occasion where the wind threatens to take out our tent, but we’ve had sun almost the whole season.

Except today. Today, autumn announced itself, with wind and rain. Close to half of the vendors (I think) backed out or just didn’t show up today. We even sat in the parking lot for a while trying to decide whether to stay or go, and if we stayed, how and where to set up.

We did stay, and really had to adapt for the weather. Because of the wind, the rain got everywhere, even inside the pop-up. Every gust spattered us inside the tent. (Admittedly, the pop-up is three years old, and it gets regular use in the summer, so the canopy is showing its age.)

We used our van as a brace, and bungee’d the legs to the tires. We used the curtains that normally make a privacy area for reading to make a canopy within the canopy, so the tarot cards would stay dry. We pulled the table back further into the tent, and didn’t put out all of our normal display to avoid damage.

And then we waited.

And waited.

And smiled at the hardy folks who came to the Market. And waited.

I thought to myself, “This is it. This is going to be the first day that I haven’t even made my table fees.”

This isn’t actually the first time that I have thought that. I have had quiet days in the past. The mental conversation typically goes something like this:

“Quiet day today. It’s still early. It will pick up. Today’s going to be the first day that I don’t make my table fees. Grr! That sucks. Focus on the positive. Be attractive. Maybe that person will come for a reading. No? I’m so angry. They’re going to ask for my table fees and it has to come out of my pocket. GRRR! Calm down. Relax. I can’t have lunch, because I haven’t made any money, and now I’m hangry, too. Great. ”

Et cetera, et cetera, working myself up into a tizzy of frustration and poor me. Which usually ends up as a lot of wasted energy, because I have always covered my table fees, at a minimum.

Today was different. The conversation started out the same. Up until the “Grr!” Today, it was, “Oh well. I’ve done well at other Markets, and that’s part of the risk of coming out.”

I actually maintained a positive expectation to cover the table fees. Yes, I dipped into doubt a few times, and I was able to bring myself back up easily. Even when the Market coordinator came to collect the fees, I was OK with it. I didn’t complain. I mentioned that we hadn’t done any business today, but not in the hope of not having to pay (like I sometimes have before). More as information for how the Market went overall.

I tried to work out the reasons we weren’t doing as well. Was it the weather? Was it our location? Was it because our tent was set back a little from the rest of the row? Was it because we had less on display? Did it really matter?

No. It didn’t. I was in a position of abundance instead of lack. Is positive thinking and a positive attitude a cure for all your ills? No. It still helps.

Sure enough, in the last half hour of the Market, I had two full length readings back to back that not only covered the table fees, they also covered the lunch my husband and I had. Thank you, Universe!



Theatre Is Life

As I write this it is Sunday night, and I am sitting in the dressing room at the Tidemark as we do our first run through on stage. I have no idea what I am going to write about. So hold on for a stream of consciousness. It will either be earth shattering or extremely dull. 🙂

laugh now cry laterI’m facing a full week ahead of me with no time off. Starting Tuesday, I will be in this building from 9 am to 9:30 or 10 pm, unless I leave to grab a quick dinner, because I work here. Selling tickets during the day, and on stage at night.

There is a part of my mind that dreads not leaving here. It’s any employee’s nightmare, right? To be stuck in your workplace and not able to leave.

And then there is the excited anticipation of being in front of an audience. For some of you, that may be your worst nightmare! I enjoy being up on stage, though. Public speaking doesn’t frighten me. I can’t wait to hear the laughter, the enjoyment of the audience.

For the last two and a half months, a dozen people have been working together to create something for the sole purpose of entertaining others – sharing a laugh. We have taken words on a page and given them life. Many of us hardly knew each other at the beginning of the process. In fact, at the audition, we were each others’ competition. And we have formed bonds and relationships that will (hopefully) read as genuine to the audience. Because they are. I care about what is going on in the lives of the people onstage and backstage.

In a couple of days, we will offer the gift of laughter to our community – an opportunity to step away from the challenges and doldrums of day to day life. It is an escape from reality, in a way that film and television can never reproduce. Good live theater draws you in. You are in the same room with real people as things are happening, and the only separation is the distance between you and the stage.

One of my favorite quotes is:

Theater is life. Film is art. Television is furniture.

Whether you are nearby and can make it to The Odd Couple this week, or if you are too far to come here, turn off your tv and take in a live theater performance this week, and experience life from a different perspective. Besides, who couldn’t use a good laugh?



Theatre Has Taken Over My Life (Again!)

Last summer I auditioned for a play with the local community theater – the female version of The Odd Couple. I have my degree in theater, but aside from a little backstage work, I haven’t been on stage since I graduated University.

I’m not sure why I auditioned, really, other than I thought it would be fun. Logically, my mind argued that I have more than enough commitments on my plate already, and what was I thinking adding one more? Especially one that would ultimately take over my life for at least a month, or more.

Odd Couple PosterThere was a small voice in my head that kept calling me to audition though. And sure enough, I was offered a part. Not one of the main characters (thank goodness, or I would surely be breaking down about now). I tell people I’m one of the “cronies”, one of the friends of Olive and Florence who comes over for the weekly game of Trivial Pursuit.

As exhausted as I am, I’ve really been enjoying the process. We’re working with a professional director, Ruth Nichol, and the other women who are in the show are fabulous. We’ve done a few things together for bonding, and I am really looking forward to continuing these relationships into the future.

If you don’t hear from me next week, it’s because we’re putting the last finishing touches on the show before we open. 🙂

If you happen to be on Vancouver Island, the show runs November 16th-20th at the Tidemark Theatre in Campbell River. I’d love to have you come see the show!



PS. I’d love to have you join me in Maui for The Peaceful Woman Passage in February. You have until the end of this month to start your registration and save an extra $400. Remember to enter code “MM” to receive your 10% discount.