A Forbidden Room

Spirit – Artistry – Community

The Tongue of Us (Art and Peace)

The first sermon I ever heard was about my tongue. If I was a ship, my tongue was the rudder, steering me. Wherever I was at, I could probably thank or blame my tongue. If my life was burning down around me, my tongue was the spark. It was weird, but it resonated. As I listened, I physically felt the truth to it. My words mattered. Not in a self-help –  ‘speak it out and the universe will manifest it’ – way, but in the nature of integrity. The consequences of choosing a complaint over gratitude, criticism before encouragement, slander instead […]

Healing

I went back to the theatre this year. It was anticipated (on my behalf) and terrifying. It had almost been two television-filled years since I last performed professional theatre. I had wriggled out of a contract early just so I could take up the role – the script was a beautiful essay on neuroscience, love and depression, and I was a first-hand explorer of all three. In prayer, about two weeks before rehearsals started, I got a strong impression that the job was going to be difficult. My pride would be tested. I would feel my own limitations. This wasn’t […]

Hands

June 2012. I was trying to fall asleep in an hotel room in St Kilda. I was restless. I was in Melbourne to film a job, but I felt strange. I didn’t know if I wanted to continue acting. It was beginning to grate against my chest. My trajectory was unpredictable. The opportunity to forfeit integrity was forever present. I didn’t know if I could still serve the work. I didn’t know if God would bless the process or the pursuit. I was finding myself desperate to live for more. To do more, to be more. To make a difference. Acting – […]

The Path

This is a path of miracles. I can’t stress that enough, as both warning and invitation. Miracles can’t be hidden. They burst out, they scream out. They shape, and they direct down strange and narrow avenues. The path itself, its very existence, is miraculous. By miraculous, I don’t simply mean ‘unlikely’. I mean divine. I mean supernatural. I understand that this can be difficult to hear and to accept – and you don’t have to accept it. But I am on the path, and the miracles rage before me, as light, as colour and as sound – so I must accept them. […]