It’s been a ride this journey o’mine – to bid a final adieu to my dearest friend Aristhaia Cash who pointed me those many 32 years ago, in the direction of my real life, when I had all but lost my way. Her words “Think of me as your operator, I’m only helping you make your connection!” I was both befuddled and intrigued, the latter getting the absolute best of me. And I say best in so very many ways as through our initial meeting I rekindled my flame of creativity and in turn began to write for newspapers, authored books, made art, wrote and directed plays and facilitated creativity workshops for others, many of whom survivors of trauma and abuse. I am beyond words grateful for the first moment of our meeting and my heeding her words.
Today, I continue on said journey, choosing to at last complete the final edit of my book, My Hero’s Journey, which has been a bulky resident of my MacBook Air, having moved twice from MacBook Pros 1 and 2. It is a funny story in itself the delay of “getting my book out”, perhaps only amusing to me, and now my only question is if it is, metaphorically speaking, a delicious cassoulet, or a bland over-cooked pile of mush. Hopefully it is the former.
I am returning to Austin tomorrow. My original plans of stopping in New York to visit my talented friend Ronnie Marmo in his one man show, “I’m not a Comedian I’m Lenny Bruce, to have a Theraphi treatment there, to visit friends, and then to see my son Billy, daughter Natalie and grand baby Lyra in North Carolina, regrettably will have to wait.
Throughout the past days I have allowed myself opportunity to let the universe show me the way. Does this sound too woo woo for you? Whatever. I learned this from my most loving friend and It has worked well for me. My visit in Switzerland with Ursula and Stefan, their dogs, Jenna and Mischa and home in the Appenzell region was heavenly, it is a region full of everything chocolate and cheese and humongous cowbells, infinitely bigger than anything I’d want to carry upon my neck – the bells that is, the chocolate or cheese I could find a way. The generosity of my friends to drive me specially to buy a bottle of cognac to soothe my oncoming bout of ickfluenza was heroic. I listened as my body told me it was time to head home and as the universe provided a cheap enough last minute flight to London, two Theraphi appointments and then a “miles” flight back direct to Austin.
This morning i am having a late continental breakfast here in my hotel, The Dorset Square. Were I feeling tiptop I’d be exploring the hood – my Yelping says there are at least a dozen places I could sample. Both my body and universe are saying “rest, have the treatment, then we’ll see.”
As it is I rise early mañana for the Uber, Heathrow express and flight.
If you’re in New York, I’ll see you next time, and if you’re my dear sweet son in Durham, know that I celebrate you every day, along with delightfully precious family.
I’ll attempt a missive tomorrow. Until then perhaps you too will let the universe guide you through your most beautiful life.
Waking far too early (3:30am) to be so, I am writing til I get drowsy, or at least I hope I shall. Having momentarily perused my Facebook page, I noted Max’s and my beloved Theatre 68 (LA & NYC) is still requiring funds for their move to new LA quarters. How can this be? This worthwhile company can use our support, Now!
I recall the day in September, five, maybe six years ago, he remarked to me as we were sitting at a table in the only internet cafe in the sleepy hamlet of Staufen, Germany, “When we get home, I’m going to start auditioning for theatre again.” It had been many years since he had acted.. (you can see more @www.maxmiddleton.me.) Wouldn’t you know it, when we got home, I shot some pix of him, he auditioned for theatre 68, and to his surprise, “I can’t believe I got in!”
Fast forward to July 2011, countless roles later, where Max exercised his dramatic and comedic actor, we had just returned from Mexico – Max had been undergoing experimental cancer treatment and now Ronnie Marmo of General Hospital and his Theatre 68 cast members: Katy Jacoby, Joe Dalo, Jeremy Luke, Paul McGee, Michael Villar, Denny Siegel, Deborah Geffner and so many more, surround us with their love and support.
Maxie had, through his acting and involvement in 68, become part of a special community of people who happened to also be extremely talented actors. The 68 community enveloped us in their love, holding a benefit to help defray our mounting medical and care expenses. We were humbled… especially Max, who had at times gone to creative loggerheads with Ronnie. Max and Ronnie’s relationship grew with respect and love as the days seemed to move forward at a sort of emotional slow-mo pace. Looking back I review those scenes; each one of us playing our role in the real-life drama of Max’s passing from the realm of “life as we think we know it” into the Great Beyond- the one we imagine may exist after one departs.
His memory lives on in the hearts of so many, which was made plain at the celebration we held August 25, just 10 days after he left us to examine our own roles on life’s stage. I find it strangely amusing as i post this pix of him sitting on the coffin of Resting in Pieces, a play where he so aptly displayed his knack for comedy and the absurd, portraying a malaprop-prone detective.
The days, weeks, months which have followed has brought me closer to Theatre 68, and I am thankful to be embraced by my/our friends there. I purchased my “seat” for the new home of Theatre 68 to show my support and thanks from Maxie and me. (Max has his own seat, presented to me and my (our) kids at the special bi-coastal memorial held for Max at 68 in September 2011.
I am consciously playing my part in supporting Theatre 68, even from this hotel room on the isle of Lesbos in the Mediterranean, and I respectfully encourage you to do yours. Thank you for being in my community-my world is better for it.