sarabeth jones

← → © 2010 Sarabeth Jones. All rights reserved. one more thing I'd like to be 5 Jan '10 I’m sure all of you good people out there are already familiar with this poem, but I came across it today having never read it before.  I think if I were going to resolve to do anything this year, it might just be the things he reminds me of, here… How To Be a Poet by Wendell Berry (to remind myself) i Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill—more of each than you have—inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience…

← → © 2010 Sarabeth Jones. All rights reserved. by blonde [design: logo] 3 Jan '10 I enjoy doing freelance work when it comes up, especially when it comes from such a fabulous person as Gracie Terrell.  It’s always such an interesting change to work on something completely different – like a logo for a party planning company called By Blonde – Gracie’s new project! Gracie pointed me towards several logos and sites that she liked, and I went to work looking for fonts and graphics to suit her style. We ended up choosing Fabulous 50s for it’s great retro look: These frames from iStockphoto were so cheerful that it…

← → © 2010 Sarabeth Jones. All rights reserved. unspeakable joy 2 Jan '10 Well, hello out there!  Look, I do have a blog! You may remember (in what, unexpectedly, turned out to be my last post of 2009) that I said I had a couple of projects in the works.  I have this thing, when I’m working on something, that I don’t want to spoil the surprise of whatever it is.  I distinctly remember feeling that way about these particular things, especially this one. In fact, before the whole thing really got rolling I had this belief that somehow I would get through this whole December and no one…

← → © 2009 Sarabeth Jones. All rights reserved. fire and rain 16 Aug '09 We have this neighbor named Bernie.  Mr. Bernie, that’s what we call him.  He’s about the same age as my parents, and since he retired we see him nearly every day, just across the circle from our house.  He likes to sit in his lawn chair just inside his garage, where he can look out and see the whole street. He’s one of those quiet men that’s not so quiet once you get to talking with him, quick with a smile, always with a wave and a hello. He likes to walk all over the…

← → over the moon 19 Mar '09 It’s crazy sometimes, how much I love it.  I feel foolish and childish and 4-leaf-clover lucky all at once. Working – working! – on a stage in an almost empty room; the lights kindly touch my face like old friends. A sweet friend watches, notes, directs. She tells me, at first hesitantly (her elder, her sometime teacher), how I could be better. Much younger than me, she is so desperately gifted; completely captivating when the situation is reversed, when I watch.  I listen closely. It can be so freeing to let someone else have the reins, to try only to do what…

← → acting=life: breathe 15 Mar '09 So much of what I do know about acting and directing I learned along the way: picking up the bits and pieces as I went.  I have been lucky enough to be around people who have many of those pieces to share.  As a rule my training has been quite informal and often as-I-go. And then, each June, I get the gift of classes, training.  I treasure it.  And often hear something completely new. I remember a couple of years ago when I first heard an actress that I really admire talk about “being connected to your breath” as though everyone in the…

← → focused 5 Mar '09 So last night I was part of a marketing research group.  You know, a focus group. A long time ago I got put into a database for such things, and they call every once in a while to see if I want to take part in some study or other.  Usually I get disqualified because the husband works in marketing. But this last time, they didn’t ask.  In fact, I don’t really remember what they did ask, because I was waiting to get booted by that last question.  As I was heading over last night, I thought, now, what was this going to be…

← → prison choir 25 Feb '09 So I got on ye olde blog here this morning because I was thinking it’s really been sort of a long time since I’ve posted and I realized, it hasn’t just been a long time, it’s been a month. A MONTH. What can I say?  It’s February.  Blech. So then, just to make myself feel a little more badly over things not done, I decided to take a look-see at my drafts – you know, all the things I’ve partially written, or really wanted to save for later, when I could do it right.  They should call that section the graveyard.  Posting purgatory. …

← → © 2008 Sarabeth Jones. All rights reserved. at the heart of it {design: brochure} 29 Nov '08 I got to design a new booklet for church recently – quite the process, trying to capture the wonder of an entire complex, flawed, beautiful family in just a few small pages. On the other hand, Amy and I did get to look again at so many wonderful photos of faces we love (Click images to enlarge). Many of these photographs were taken by Amy; others were taken by various people on Faith In Action Sunday on October 12. Look for them in the morning – we hope you love it…

← → hunger 21 Sep '08 If you could have set up camp inside my brain week before last (now THERE’S an appealing offer) you would have heard, around the tiny little pretend campfire, my thoughts chasing each other around in skittish little circles. Little circles that seemed to inevitably lead back to thoughts of bacon.  Or guacamole.  Or even, for goodness sakes, a plain pita chip. Even though you can drink enough of that lemonade to fill you up, even though, for the most part, you can function just like normal…it’s just not, well, normal. There is so much habitual eating that I do every day, the meals, the…