Re-Emergence, Pt. 2

There have been some Retail merchandising jobs. That part of my life always ebbs and flows. I went from going out on a limb and landing a role I never felt I could actually do to teaching music to middle schoolers for their revue in the spring. [I tell you, I still do not understand how this happened…but by the Grace of G-d.]

There have been crafty things happening. From little projects to teaching and inspirations, and even three identical promptings for the same craft shows. [I get the hint. Now I just need to do what I can.]

There is a theatrical (and business) opportunity before me, as well as so much randomness floating about, here and there. I have been re-learning how to manage all of these things at once. But, more importantly, I have finally found myself with a space in which I can do just that.

For the first time in all of the years it has been functioning, The MattCave is finally functional. (For now.) I actually tried to do a post last week, because I was so in awe of the experience of beholding what The Cave has become; how it has adapted and evolved. And, in just a few short weeks really.

It is the perfect expression of me.

Over the past several months The Cave has not only housed so many different aspects of my life, it has embraced them and adapted for them. It has been my workshop and my office and my sanctuary and my studio…and my escape. Suddenly, I find that it can be any, or all, of those things at any time. To realize that was so surreal for me.

There was a space, much like this, a long time ago – a hub of my existence. I haven’t known it for over a decade. To sit in a space like that once more is almost overwhelming. It is all of me. Everything you ever wanted to know about me (and perhaps some you don’t) all blended together. Spend enough time in The Cave and you will find it to be an adventure. The Prodigy once noted as much, commenting that everything we ever talk about just happens to appear. The Princesses noted long ago that it seems to change and shift constantly. It is a constant flow of magical moments guised as trinkets and mementos.

Trying to adjust to that kind of power once more is overwhelming to say the least. As I said, I tried to do this post last week but I found myself reveling in the experience. I was overwhelmed, not just by the experience, but by the gratitude. THANK G-D!! Finally. The Cave has always had direction but it has faced so many challenges and setbacks along the way. [Kind of indicative of my life really.] But now...now it is functional – wholly and fully. It is many projects away from perfection but, at last, it is comfortable. It can serve all its purposes. I can be productive.

So, now, I am doing my best to form a life, a routine, around all of these pieces with which I have been left. I am trying to build upon these bricks. No matter what happens next, no matter what course of events unfolds, whatever is within these walls right this moment is part of the foundation. So I must be true to that.

I spent such a long time trying not to exist [or, trying to exist minimally anyway.] Suddenly, it is like a complete one-eighty. Things have turned around. I know not yet what that means exactly. I do not know exactly what is different I only know there is a difference. I can only take things one day, one moment at a time. (Everything can change on a dime.) That’s Life!

This post, this new blog site, is a commitment to that effort. It is basic for now, but it will change and shift and grow as time and opportunity allow. Be back often or once in a while, but always enjoy your stay.

As always I could ramble on endlessly, telling story after story and making connections and allusions. But, somewhere it must all end and wait for another time. I have kept my commitment for tonight. I forced myself to write, to cross over that creative bridge into what is WTML. For as much as I can, I wish to continue our walk together on Sunday nights.

(It was always the day that worked best.)

There is a long road ahead of us my friends and we must take it one step at a time. Tonight, we have set the stage. This has been our first step.

Until our next…from here in Geistopia, this is your beloved Rev., wishing you Peace, Love, Light...and Freakishness, baby!!