Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

Minds to Come Inside!

I waited to watch Come Inside My Mind because threads felt too tenuous to consider the life of one of the most brilliant men who had ever lived choosing to leave. I can and have made excellent arguments for early departures recently. I wasn't ready to face such a significant loss again. Why jinx it?

    What happened instead was I fell in love all over again. The brain that turns so quickly that fellow comedians at the top of their games had a hard time returning his serves was glorious to witness.  Whoopi was talking about how this kept her on her game. What fun it must have been to play with such a mind. Such dancing was comic relief and humanitarian good, and he taught us how to laugh while confronting those who lost home. 

    He reminded me of the spark of madness that I see in so many artists, performers, and thinkers who carry with them the weight of all the past iterations of self, mingled into the container that is creative. How compassion, love, and worth are sometimes so detached from success, career, and even passion and purpose. I wonder how I can do better to nurture those who are suffering through the smiles, starting with myself.

    Feel everything. 

Notes from the Field

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