There are days when I am stunned by how much I enjoy my life. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty of crappy days that hit as well, but mostly I'm content. The reason is I really listen to that little voice inside me that is my "fire." Every time I've listened, I know if I'm on the right path. I know if I'm right for a job. I'll know if a friendship is one that I'll enjoy and find much laughter. My favorite fire kindles when I'm around my husband: sparks, embers, inferno!
I've been watching Mozart in the Jungle, and one of the episodes looks at how an artist develops an arsenal of inspiration. As Uta Hagen and any number of other master acting teachers would agree, read, travel, experience places and people, embrace different cultures, and listen. Now, most people might hear "listen" as engaging with people to hear their stories. In truth, this is a small part of what can be seminal for an artist: listening to your inner voice. If you have