A lot of the pain and hurt from rupture is settling down. It has helped to share what happened with people I trust. I've realized it is a double practice: one, of telling the story to myself, and sapping the poisons of their power; second, of reintroducing myself to people I care about after a drastic experience that has altered me deeply. A very vulnerable, destabilizing practice that has gotten easier the more I do it. I'm learning I can survive these things.
I'm also studying how to write better poetry and how to direct the kind of theatre I care about. Getting clear about the aesthetics, ethos, and processes that I care about. I’ve been thinking about this for many years, and now the threads are consolidating and being extended into practical decisions.
I've started doing a few reviews for Popspoken. It's been nice to work that muscle (literary, experiential, critical, compassionate). You can check in on new pieces here.