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"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. So blessed for the opportunity and hope to find a more permanent job doing same.

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 having written a rough draft of a new book and some other projects.

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


Saturday, December 3, 2011

Sad day made lovely by Eva, Oliver and Promenade

Woke up feeling depressed and whenever I take a moment, I cry.  But I made the wise decision to spend the bulk of the day with my friend Eva, her young baby Oliver and taking a walk from her place in Carroll Gardens to the Promenade (in Brooklyn Heights).

I will let the photos tell the story...and all I can say about the pictures of NYC (from the tip of Brooklyn to the bottom tip of Manhattan) is: how can you not love this place?  And as for the pictures of Oliver and Eva, well...I don't think they need any commentary at all...

Oliver and I got along famously, btw, and I was able to stop him crying by playing invisible sock puppet muppet - by making my hands in the shape of talking sock puppet (with no sock) and singing these immortal lyrics: lalala la la la lalala la la...and repeat...


















I'm so grateful to live here - and if you look near the the Statue of Liberty, you will see Ellis Island, where some of my relatives passed through on their way here.  When I'm in NYC I feel I am in the right place.  When I am anywhere else, I kind of feel homesick.  I just love this place unconditionally, which is probably kind of weird and perhaps even disturbed, but it's true.

There is sadness and loss to walk through yes but every day a new kind of beauty, a new excitement, a reminder that I am now in my own life.  Nothing better than that...plus a freedom at this age that most people do not have - to move in whatever way I need to, to explore new avenues and ways of creating and that is lovely.  Invaluable.  Great.

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