Staying On Track

I have begun to meditate with   10 day actor challenge.
I am very much enjoying the time I spend meditating.  The daily exercise, starts with breath control at and is very relaxing.  Next, is a guided meditation link .  Meditation has been less than 10 minutes thus far on a specific topic.  Followed by a writing exercise on the same topic as the guided meditation.  There is no pressure to come up with any answer  on the topic, but anything is welcomed that may pop as an answer or not.  A focus on locating where that emotion lies, is an added reflection.  

I have noticed that since I started the challenge, I feel better the next day.  I mediate at 11:20 p.m.. I am looking up more.  I'm noticing the sky.  The clouds. I notice their shape and beauty.  I feel better about myself.  And it requires like 20 minutes of my time. Not any time at all for someone like me.

As a result of this new discipline I have also began to draw, yesterday I did one of my first pieces of

art titled  "ANGER".  I really enjoyed putting it down on paper.  I just started and I am happy with what I have accomplished as my first master piece.  It shows the emotion of anger and how it can be healthy to express in some ways it can be destructive in others.  Yet even at its more  chaotic state its beautiful to watch.

All circles represent thought and the coils within them or around them are spinning on that thought.  As you can see these circles are everywhere.  That is anger to me.

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respect our individual talents and levels. No one else will.

I find myself around some folks that are all about dropping names.  They have worked with this person and that person and they have done this play and that play.  And they have read this play and that play.  And then they turn and criticize others on their work on stage.  Without finding out what background that other person may have.  I feel that no matter what.  There has to be a mutual respect for all actors within actors.  If we don't respect our individual talents and levels.  No one else will.

I find myself guilty of doing this and  to my defense only after hearing comment after comment on my character.  I too have a boiling point.  I am upset with myself that I even fell into this trap.  I am not like anybody else I am unique.  I am different than you and you are different than me.  That is what makes us all special.  But I do have to stay away from people that are this way.  I don't want to be a part of it.  So what does this make me now, weird, hard to work with.

I have found myself waiting a long time for the cast to arrive, each one arriving one after the other.
And I of course than issimilate this behavior.  I catch myself and put myself on track.  I have to remind myself that over and over I have to be there on time.  And even if I get labeled,  I must rehearse.  People don't let me finish my lines before they are spitting them at me.  I am so frustrated.  I need to think my lines through. I am the character I need to know why I am doing what I am doing.

I have to get myself out of this mind frame.  Because I have to perform the way I know how.  The way I was taught and the way in which I learned in my experience.  I love to do this.  This is me.
I tell stories, I am a storyteller.  I am a catalyst for art.  I am your movement.  I am the story.

One thing this has done is ignite my fire.  Thank you very much for that. I know I am the best on what I do for sure now.  For sure.  

Thank you Baby Jesus.

I AM A LUCKY GIRL

I am one of the luckiest girls I know.  I can't tell you how my day is filled with joy and exciting times.
If you are just reading this blog today, Adventures in Actor Land is about my life and what I am passionate about, Acting.  My day begins with happiness and throughout my day the butterflies fill my ears with good and happy thoughts.  I am a playful and most of the time a happy person.  I am creative so I make up stories and I like to talk, communicate, express myself.  I am of course dramatic because, HELLO, I am an actress.  So drama comes along with me.  If you are up for that you are in the right place.

I like to share my experiences in hopes that whatever creative endeavor you are pursuing you will reach, and perhaps I can share an experience along the way that will help you, WIN!.  And I do encourage you to follow your dreams.  I am.

I am surrounded by beautiful people who support and encourage me.  Which means a lot to me.  Its been hard to acknowledge I am a creative being.  Finally realizing that I am creative,  is scary but rewarding.

I require lots of sleep and time to think.  I like to think a lot.  My brain races a million times a minute, or at least very very very fast.

I am in a play called Clase A Medias at the Frida Khalo Theatre in Los Angeles.  You are invited, art trancends all language barrier.

Sweet Memories - Best Mom Ever

Sweet Memories

by JC Cadena

As I write this I can't help but become overwhelmed with emotion. Today I remember, not the pain, hurt or loss, but my mother's love and the joy we shared together.  Though she may not have said the words “I love you” before she left, the universe reminded me that she loved me everyday.

I stopped acknowledging Mother's Day when I lost my mother to ovarian cancer. Mother’s Day had become a reminder of her suffering and my loss, so in protest, I declined any invitation to celebrate the day. Instead, I curled up on the couch with my favorite blanket and the company of my dogs.

One morning, a few days before Mother's Day, I had breakfast with a friend in Hollywood at a comfy, spacious 1950's style cafe that had mirrors along the wall.

Breakfast was delish, portions were large and beyond sufficient. Done. I put my sunglasses on. I sat there with my Hollywood attitude, impatient, waiting for the check, but still glancing at the dessert menu.

The restaurant made cupcakes fresh daily.  “Das Cupcake,” a German cupcake called out to me. The waiter informed us we had to wait five minutes because the cupcakes had just come out of the oven and they needed to cool down. “Fresh out of the oven, sold!” I thought.

When Das Cupcake arrived, I eagerly split the cupcake down the middle. Half for my friend and the other half with the pecan  for me. I took my first bite into the most amazing cupcake; the chocolate, the coconut frosting, the heavenly clouds of soft delicate flavor! As I finished, I bit down on the last single pecan that adorned the cupcake.  Instantly, I was reminded of my mother. This cupcake had her spirit, her heavenly complexion, her soft delicate nature and her honest and giving attitude. I was transported to a time when my family was happy and together.   My mother had taken my two sisters and me to a café similar to the one I was sitting in. We sat in a booth and shared the biggest chocolate German cake three little girls had ever seen. My mother was young and healthy and we were happy.  I had forgotten that my mother always brought home German cake and how much I loved it.   I thought I loved it because a child loves sugary sweets. But now years later, I realize that I loved this German cake because my mother took great pleasure expressing her love with food.  At that moment, I felt like the most loved person in the entire universe.

My mother cooked fresh, healthy, delicious food for me everyday. How I miss my mother and her cooking. I went home and cried, remembering all the sweet memories instead of the pain. I remembered she was the best Mom ever.

Today, I celebrate Mother's Day for all the mothers who love and nurture their children.