I’ve been watching the SAG awards and my heart is aching. I so miss my home!!
I can’t believe that after all this time I see feel that LA is home; that the Industry is still home. Many have talked tonight about feeling so grateful to be a part of the acting tribe.
I miss my tribe! I don’t have one anymore and I really miss it.
My tribe had been the assistants; everyone from PAs to writers and producer’s assistants. My tribe was all of us who worked one job while working toward and dreaming of another. My tribe was all the wanna-be-soon-to-be’s. My tribe was sometimes at Sony, sometimes at Disney, but mostly at Paramount. Oh, man, how I miss those gates!!
My tribe was also at Mosaic. People who understand what it really means to be "on mission" with Jesus. Who understand the sacrifice it takes to live this life unplugged from the Matrix. Who relate to the not only the struggles but the joys of walking with Jesus; the very personal, quirky ways of God, and who are not afraid to enter into the hard conversations, live life over the edge and give of themselves till they bleed.
I miss LA more than I can say. I miss the feel of the city, the diversity and the crazy people. And yes, even the smog and traffic. I miss driving to the studio every day, walking through the gates and eating lunch at the commissary. I miss talking writing stuff with friends and my bosses and acting jaded about the "industry" at large. Most of all I miss my tribe. My peeps. I miss the creative community, both in the Industry and at Mosaic, who challenged me every single day to make every moment count, to create beauty where ever I went and to be light to the dark world how ever I could. Oh, God, how I miss it all!!
Its not that Nashville is bad, or that my church is unfriendly. Its just that it isn’t home. Mosaic is home. LA is home. I don’t know if anything will be able to replace them in my hearts, and I am working to make the new places I find myself in homey, to make them home as much as possible. I guess it will just take more time than I thought. I really do love Nashville.
But times like tonight remind why I love the Industry so much. There is a culture and a language I understand, that is my heart language. I fall naturally into it. When the actors talk about loving the green room and make up trailer, and hanging out around the craft services table, I understand them on a heart level. When S. Epatha Merkerson won her first SAG award at the age of 54, my heart soars because I know what it means to work so hard in such a hard industry and it gives me such hope that a woman can still get awards in their fifties in such an age-biased industry.
How awesome LA is! Yes, my friends — and all who stop by — if you live in Los Angeles, revel in it. Dance in the moonlight and sing on the freeway on your traffic-ridden drive to work. Smile at the homeless waiting at corners to sell you oranges or wash your windshields and feel warm inside that some film team decided to keep the work in your part of town instead of taking their money and jobs to Canada. Yeah, the rent is too high, housing prices are ridiculous, gas is downright unaffordable and the traffic is maddening. But man, you live in the most diverse, most amazingly entertaining and delightful city in the world! Revel in your home. Nothing can compare.
I spent only a year in New Orleans, but like a kindred spirit, a soul mate, I connected with it. Mobile is 300 years old. I was here for the tricentennial. New Orleans is almost as old. They are like sister cities, sisters who took separate paths long ago and write to each other every once in a while. They are old America. But where one chose to proceed into the future, to flee from urbanity, to flee west into suburbia, the other embraced its history. The Spanish moss covers the same oak trees in both towns. Certain places are identical in both towns, a memorial to years gone by. But New Orleans. Oh New Orleans. That bastion of the Old South, New Orleans. Music on the street corners, people everywhere. The Big Easy, the Crescent City, the French capital of America. How I miss it. How I miss the history, the stories waiting to be discovered. How I miss the great oaks and cedars, covered in moss that drapes off limbs like a shawl on a distinctly aged woman.
Yeah I miss my home too. Even if it was just a dorm room.
I always wanted to visit New Orleans. It was a dream I had once I moved to Nashville to take a road trip down to the Big Easy and explore all its wonderful old-world secrets. Oddly enough (or, perhaps not) it was a movie that really stirred my heart for the area. “The Skeleton Key” opened my heart and eyes to the stark reality of the animism of our own America. After seeing that movie I really wanted to see the whole New Orleans area — bayous and all.
Then Katrina came to town…. Its sad to think that so much history was lost, and so much more is in danger of being lost.
Someday you’ll have to give me a tour of the city that captured your heart…