Welcome to my blog..

"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty

When I started this blog in 2011, I was in a time of transition in my life between many identities - that of Artistic Director of a company (Apocryphal Theatre) to independent writer/director/artist/teacher and also between family identity, as I discover a new family that my grandfather's name change at the request of his boss in WWII hid from view - a huge Hungarian-Slovak contingent I met in 2011. Please note in light of this the irony of the name of my recently-disbanded theatre company. This particular transition probably began in the one month period (Dec. 9, 2009-Jan. 7, 2010) in which I received a PhD, my 20 year old cat died on my father's birthday and then my father, who I barely knew, died too. I was with him when he died and nothing has been the same since. This blog is tracing the more conscious elements of this journey and attempt to fill in the blanks. I'm also writing a book about my grandmothers that features too. I'd be delighted if you joined me. (Please note if you are joining mid-route, that I assume knowledge of earlier posts in later posts, so it may be better to start at the beginning for the all singing, all dancing fun-fair ride.) In October 2011, I moved back NYC after living in London for 8 years and separated from my now ex-husband, which means unless you want your life upended entirely don't start a blog called Somewhere in Transition. In November 2011, I adopted a rescue cat named Ugo. He is lovely. As of January 2012, I began teaching an acting class at Hunter College, which is where one of my grandmothers received a scholarship to study acting, but her parents would not let her go. All things come round…I began to think it may be time to stop thinking of my life in transition when in June 2012 my stepfather Tom suddenly died. Now back in the U.S. for a bit, I notice, too, my writing is more overtly political, no longer concerned about being an expat opining about a country not my own. I moved to my own apartment in August 2012 and am a very happy resident of Inwood on the top tip of Manhattan where the skunks and the egrets roam in the last old growth forest on the island.

I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.

As of September 2013 I started teaching writing (composition and rhetoric) as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. While felt blessed for the opportunity, after four years of this, the lack of pay combined with heavy work load stopped working, so have transferred this teaching passion to private workshops in my own apartment and working with writers one on one, which I adore. I will die a happy person if I never have to grade an assignment ever again.

I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with a new book recently completed.

I am now working full-time as a freelance writer, writing workshop leader, coach, and editor. Contact me if you are interested in any of these services.

Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.

For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani

Recently, I started a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. I will be blogging there, too, now. You can also contact me through that site.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

lovely simple day

A simple day.  I started by meditating Before checking email (always a good start).  Walked with my cousin to the Mississippi River, went to meet some people I've never met before but I share a common malady with to help keep me sane, walked back 2 miles from there, met my cousin's cousin and her husband, had homemade tacos made by James and cousin-in-law Tim, and chatted with them.  They went home, Darcy and James and I talked about how to go see a baseball game on the 4th of July, I made some chamomile tea, they went to bed and I am now awake, writing this.

I still feel healing energy by being here in this house, loving spending time with Leo and Simon and the ability today to finally walk outside.  It was hot but not deathly hot, so walking in the shade was even pleasant.

I am a bit anxious underlying this about my return to London, but keep returning to the day and the moment.  When meditating, I remember the mantra of one of my yoga teachers when we were in deep relaxation after class:  nowhere to go, nothing to do...and I add: nothing to be.  Somehow I find this very relaxing.

So, I will (almost) end this short post with some photos from today's walk and the Mississippi River (which I've seen at the end of it's journey in Louisiana and now near it's source in Minneapolis - runs the whole way through the country.  An astonishing beauty.

on the walk home from the River...noticing simple beauty of tree lined sidewalk

....and the trees themselves

Mississippi River and a bridge with arches that look like a bird

a red painted plea for help with cross visible above - Darcy noticed this view

And then but....the news that Georgia has implemented a law that makes it a felony to rent accommodation to illegal immigrants, that Alabama wants to bring back caning...and and and... I wonder when did this gorgeous country turn brutal?

But then too the story of James' acquaintance who managed to get the mic at a Tea Party rally and got the crowd all lathered up about how immigrants are taking our jobs and our homes, etc. and then said, "So all you people whose families came from Europe, go back home!"

So, there you have it, once again - the great paradox that is America - from the politics I abhor to the kind of personal bravery I adore....so where will she where will she where will she land....?

You, dear readers, will of course the first to know...well, after me of course...at least I hope so....

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