How Great Thou Art

Last Sunday afternoon, my brother Frankie and I set out to explore. The only plan was to wander. To see where the path led. Okay, well the path obviously led us to coffee first, and then a bookstore and the park in Fort Greene.

Frankie suggested we check out Brooklyn Navy Yard. So on we went. The Yard was somewhere close by but we never quite saw it. We walked past the NYPD impound lot, a block-long buzzing grid of electrical wires that power the borough, and snapped a photo of John St. to share with Johnny.

We made a stop at Brooklyn Roasting to grab some beans, and then we saw it. The majestic Manhattan Bridge. I have to admit I never fully appreciated the beauty of this bridge until that very moment. The rays of the setting sun cast a beautiful, mesmerizing glow and I couldn't look away.

    

Leading up to the bridge I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace. I was exactly where I needed to be and the sunshine warmed me on that chilly afternoon. I snapped a few selfies to capture the moment, then followed Frankie who was already a few steps ahead.

 

We stumbled on the small beach directly under the bridge, and in one of the busiest cities in the world somehow Frankie and I were the only ones there. It was ours for the taking. As I stood looking up in awe, Frankie headed towards the rocks.



I watched my little brother fearlessly climb to the top and then sit in a moment of reflection. This year has been challenging for many of us, yet somehow Frankie has found a way to navigate the rockiness with grace.

   

As the sun dropped lower in the sky it was time to journey on, and as we headed towards downtown Brooklyn, we received one final display.

There was something magical about that afternoon, and though I couldn't quite put my finger on it I felt extremely grateful. It wasn't until days later, when scrolling through my photos, that I noticed it. A small green circle of light. It first appeared when I saw the bridge, then in my selfies, as Frankie climbed the rocks, and then finally said goodbye with the setting sun.

Lens flare, a spec of dust, a fluke. No, I believe something greater was at work. A loved one (or ones) was with us that day. Right by our sides. Experiencing the wonder and beauty of it all. And when I think of the symbolism of a bridge, it becomes clear that no matter where we go, or where we are, we remain ever connected.

How great thou art.

Forgetting the Notes

In an attempt to rekindle my love of the flute (an instrument I started playing nearly 20 years ago) I recently joined a Middle Eastern ensemble class. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but figured I had nothing to lose.

Upon entering the classroom I quickly felt out of my element as my eyes darted around at the exotic instruments. I sat down and slowly assembled my flute. The same flute I've had since sixth grade. My metallic instrument shone brightly in sharp contrast to the intricately crafted wooden nay, kanun and ouds. 

But, with the first note I began.  

Many in the class had played with this ensemble before. I, on the other hand, was sight reading each piece. I was preoccupied with playing every note. On understanding how to create quarter tones. On counting each measure. On being perfect.

During one of our sessions my teacher glanced around. With our noses buried deep in the sheet music he shook his head and waved us to stop. “Forget the notes,” he said. “The soul of Middle Eastern music is found in the flourishes, the improvisations. It’s beauty comes from playing something the audience doesn't expect, but upon hearing is deeply moved. Learn the notes. Then forget them.”

I’ve loved each beautiful piece we’ve played, but the biggest gift from this class came in the form of my teacher’s words. I tend to approach life the same way I approached this class. I read each note and agonize over every measure, to do exactly what’s written. To strive for perfection.   

If I’ve learned anything thus far it’s that I don’t know anything. And in this new decade of my life it’s time to forget what’s written and start improvising. For that is where the real beauty and richness is found. 


If life is my audience then I will do my best to move its soul. 

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MSU Band Camp Nerd

Tribute #26: Robbie Pratt

The first letter of our last name is not only part of our identity, but also plays a hand in our fate. That’s why I wonder how different my life would be if on that fateful day at Ellis Island the man checking my great grandfather’s papers had correctly spelled his last name with a “C” instead of a “Q.” One thing I know for certain is that I wouldn’t have had such a great locker buddy as Robbie Pratt.

One look at Robbie and there’s no denying he could beat you up — though I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He has such a positive energy and I always enjoyed seeing him throughout the day as we transitioned from class to class. Being greeted by a friendly hello every morning goes a long way, especially in high school.   

Robbie, thanks for teaching me that you can’t judge a book by its cover. Though you are a bad ass in your own right, you are also one of the kindest people I remember from Holt High. I hope you’re doing great, and from the look of it you are.

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A Good Soul Through and Through

Tribute #25: Laura Russell Mikrut

The sign approaching Holt, Michigan reads, A Friendly Place to Live. Growing up in this small town made me long to live somewhere more glamorous, like in cities of lights or ones that never sleep. Yet, once I ventured beyond Holt I gained a whole new appreciation for the Friendly Place and the people, like Laura Russell Mikrut, it brought up.  

What makes Laura such an interesting person is that behind her sweet demeanor lives a biting sense of humor. I think that's the best combo to have in a friend. Someone who can be caring and help you through the hard times, and then make you laugh at the craziness of life. Laura seems to have mastered the art of both.

Laura, thanks for brightening my day with your posts. Your hilarious observations often bring a smile to my face. It looks like you're doing marvelous and loving life. You should know that six out of six Quasarano kids highly endorse your awesomeness.

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Brains + Beauty

Tribute #24: Leyna Kasparek

With both of us attending MSU and The Creative Circus, one would think that Leyna and I would have bumped into each other more often, but we've probably only had the opportunity to hang out a handful of times. However, in those few times I feel I got a true sense of Leyna's character. 

Some people have a natural brightness and Leyna is one of them. She greets everyone with a smile and is a true optimist. I get the impression that Leyna is a rock to many and that no matter how high her friends fly, she's there to encourage them to soar higher and catch them if they need her.

Leyna, thanks for being a great example of the power of optimism. It's not always easy to look on the bright side of things, but it seems to come naturally to you. I hope that you're doing great and I find it very fitting that you ended up in the Sunshine State. 

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Leyna's Light Shines Bright

Running Toward Ourselves

One spring day we found ourselves under the budding trees of Hawk Island. Wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt, black track pants and my old running shoes she began. As I glanced down at my watch and marked the seconds I knew this was the start of something bigger than both of us. This was the start of my mom’s commitment to running and more importantly herself.

That was one year ago today and I couldn’t be more proud of just how far she’s come. My mom's competed in two 5k races and weathered the summer heat, windy fall, and bitter winter. I know she will credit me for helping her get started, but I can't take credit for anything past marking that first minute. It is her strength alone that has carried her to today.

My mom quickly became aware of the love/hate relationship that runners feel toward their sport and a few months ago she asked me if it ever gets easy. Without even giving the question much thought I replied with a simple, “No.” Though the answer came easily, the question remained on my mind. If it never gets easy why do I continue to literally pound the pavement? 

I run because with each step I take, though never easy, it does get easier. I know I will never perfect the art of running, but that doesn't discourage my attempt to. In this and so many ways running has provided me with a model for life. It has taught me that the best way to move forward is to have one foot on the ground while the other kicks toward the heavens. It has taught me that impossibilities are simply unmet goals and that sometimes pain truly is a prerequisite to joy.

Oh, and as I continue on the journey of discovering who I am, running helps me get there just a bit faster. 

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Mary Katherine - Runner of the Year

Tribute #23: Michael Potts

My sister Nancy and I are only three years apart, but when we were in high school it seemed like a lot more. I remember Nancy's friends coming over after play rehearsals and being in awe of just how cool they were. Though some of their faces and names have slipped my mind, I'll always remember the funniest of the bunch. Then again, it's hard to forget a person like Mike Potts.

When Mike was over at our house, he'd let my little brothers try to tackle him, endured my dad's corny jokes and made us all laugh. He's the type of guy that everyone wants to be around as he makes situations more fun with his unique personality and outlook. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen Mike in over a decade, but the lasting impression he made on me is a testament of his character.

Mike, thanks for making Nancy's little sister feel like she could hang with the cool kids. You truly are one of the funniest people I've met and I know that no matter what life throws at you, it's no match for your grit.  

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Winning Everyone Over

Tribute #22: Laura Quasarano

Some leading ladies win Oscars for over-the-top, scene stealing performances, while others win for subtle performances that brilliantly shine. Both roles require passion, but I have always had heart for those who embody the latter. One such leading lady in my family is my Aunt Laura Quasarano.

Aunt Laura came into our family when my cousin Leonard was very young and I believe she was the answer to my Uncle Phil’s prayers in more ways than one. She took on motherhood with grace and over the years she has been a caregiver to not only her three children, but our entire extended family.

I respect Aunt Laura for many reasons, but one act in particular beautifully displays her character. She opened her home to my Grandpa during the last painful years of his life, and with her calming presence created a loving and safe place for him. Though she had to make adjustments to her daily life, she never complained, nor expected any praise. She did it out of love and love alone.

Aunt Laura, thanks for showing me that being a strong person isn’t about having the loudest voice. You’ve taught me that all it requires is a sense of self and the ability to serve others. Know that the role you play every day is truly a tour-de-force performance in the motion picture that is your life.

  

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 A Very Fitting Pic

Tribute #21: Kevin Cruickshank

My first ad gig out of school was at Hill Holliday. I loved being part of the digital team, but due to us working in a "cave" we were somewhat sequestered from the rest of the agency. The majority of the other creatives worked on offline accounts and in spite of our lack of interaction at HH I was lucky enough to get to know Kevin Cruickshank. 

With a last name that sounds like a highly technical bike component, perhaps it was written in the stars that Kevin would become an avid cyclist. As I got to know Kevin I saw the strength and dedication he shows on a bike flow into other aspects of his life as well. When faced with extremely difficult situations he tackles them the same way he would a difficult climb - head down, focused, giving nothing less than his all. I believe Kevin's spirit and quiet defiance will carry him up and over life's toughest climbs. 

Kevin, thanks for being an amazing example of how to weather life's toughest storms. You are an inspiration on and off the bike. Wishing you many miles of great rides ahead. Write on. Ride on.

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Kick Ass Kevin

A New Year to Shine

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Tribute #20: Mike Gold

Friends that have known me awhile don't always believe me when I say this, but in new situations I'm an extremely shy person. When I was starting out in Atlanta it took me awhile to open up to my classmates. In group settings I tended to be the quiet one, and I'll always remember Mike Gold as one of the people who helped me come out of my shell. 

An extremely intelligent person, Mike is the kind of guy who takes the time to learn what makes people tick. Since our very first conversation I have always found it easy to open up to Mike. He goes out of his way to be a great friend and once you're his friend he's in your corner no matter what. 

Mike, thanks for being one of my first and best Circus friends. You're one of the most genuine people I know, and the devotion you have to your friends and family is amazing. I'm excited to see what the future holds for you and Jaime, and wish you both a world of happiness.    
  
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 A One-of-a-kind Guy

Tribute #19: Kristin Butler

One of my favorite jobs in college was working as a barista at a coffee shop. I loved getting to know the regulars and having their drinks ready the minute they stepped through the door. One of these regulars was a very creative woman who would come in to enjoy a latte (I want to say a decaf mocha, but it's been awhile) and work on her art. As it turns out, this awesome woman happened to be the mother of Kristin Butler. 

I felt like I knew Kristin before I even met her. Her mother talked about her with such pride, beaming about what a smart, creative, and hard working daughter she had. Kristin and I ended up attending the Creative Circus around the same time, and though parents can be a bit biased now that I know Kristin I can attest to her mother's claims.

Kristin, thanks for being a great example of where hard work can get you. You seem to excel at whatever you set your mind to and that's a great quality to possess. Hope you're doing great and congrats on your recent engagement!  

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She's Going the Distance

Tribute #18: Lori Hartlein

A few years back I ventured to Boston to meet up with my Dad for a wedding weekend. It was a rare opportunity to see him, and I'll always be grateful we got to spend that quality time together. I remember when I first arrived, in the midst of the wedding festivities, I felt out of place as I hardly knew anyone. However, throughout the weekend I became more at ease as I got to know the family and I'm very fortunate that I got to meet the groom's cousin Lori Hartlein.

There are some individuals whose positivity and warmth radiate from the core and Lori is definitely one of them. She's someone who's genuinely interested in people's stories and experiences, and wants to learn all about you instead of talking about herself. From what I did learn about Lori, her adventures far outweigh mine and she makes life a constant exciting adventure.

I greatly admire Lori's take on life. She left the corporate world to move to a small town in Georgia. There she lived on a lake and could paddle boat to her heart's content. Living simply and making a living through her art, she seems to have the recipe for happiness. 

Lori, thanks for being an excellent role model for leading a creative, free-flowing life. I really look up to your carefree spirit and hope that you're living life to the fullest. When you get a chance please give your Aunt Sandy my love. 

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A Role Model for Happiness

Big Hips. Big Thanks.

Every Thanksgiving we go around the table and say what we're grateful for, and every year I go with my standby of "friends and family." This answer is entirely true, but in deep thought on my commute I decided I should find a reason to give thanks for the things I typically view as negative, such as my hips. 

Last week I came across a homeless man digging through some dumpsters. My first reaction was to keep walking, but then I remembered I had a Special K bar in my bag. I turned around and asked if he was hungry. He shook his head yes, and I handed him my bar. I don't bring this up for praise. On the contrary I actually felt pretty horrible.

Here was a man, practically starving, and all I had to offer him was a 90-calorie bar. 90 calories! That wasn't enough to last him through the morning, let alone all day. I wish I could have given him something more substantial. 

This encounter made me realize that my constant struggle to keep my weight in check is a problem that some people in this world wished they had. I'm not saying it's bad to be healthy, it's just important to give thanks for our living, breathing, beautiful bodies no matter the size. For those who go hungry on a daily basis my hips are a sign that I am blessed. I think I'll start viewing them that way, too. 

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Happy Thanksgiving 

Tribute #17: Cooper Smith

Having no clue where I was headed after The Creative Circus, I'm fortunate that I ended up in NYC as a decent amount of Circus grads settled there, too. On a daily basis I found myself surrounded by millions of strangers, but was comforted to know there were friends nearby. Among this wonderful Circus crew was the one and only Cooper Smith.

As unique as his name, Cooper adds a positive spin to any situation. He always seems genuinely happy and when he's around the mood is lighter, the jokes funnier and the hugs are free flowing. I think it's safe to say Cooper holds the distinction as best hug giver ever.

Cooper, thanks for always making me laugh and for your stellar hugs. I'm glad I got the opportunity to get to know you better these past few years. Keep holding Brooklyn down. I hope to visit sometime soon.

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Copywriting Even Off The Clock

Tribute #16: Josh Clark

My 10-year high school reunion is just around the corner and that means I'm getting old. It also means that it's been a decade since I've seen many of the faces that I used to pass in the halls on a daily basis. I'm looking forward to catching up with everyone, and I hope that Josh Clark changes his mind and shows up.

I got to know Josh through my friend Adrienne, and it quickly became apparent that he shared our sarcastic sense of humor. I've always appreciated Josh's quiet wit. He may not be the loudest in the room, but he's most likely the funniest. Another thing I appreciate about Josh is his love of music. I pride myself on the number of shows I've been to, but Josh has probably gone to that many this year alone. He lives and breaths music. 

Josh, thanks for being such a good person. You may not realize it, but you truly inspire us all. I hope that life in a new city is treating you well, and I'm serious about the reunion. At the very least you should come to make us laugh. 

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A Heart of Gold

Tribute #15: Monica Toth

I spent most of my childhood in the Lansing area, but I made my debut in a suburb outside of Detroit. Bulman Elementary, St. Valentine's Church, and 14801 Woodworth all seem like distant memories. Though over the years I've forgotten some of the details of my life in Redford, I will never forget one of my closest childhood friends, Monica Toth.

Monica lived directly across the street from us, and I still remember how excited I was to learn that there was a girl my age moving in. We quickly became friends and bonded over important things like Disney movies, and deciding who was the cutest of the New Kids on the Block. Monica's older sisters had first pick, so we were left with the rejects, but somehow we made do. 

Being one of five kids (at the time) wasn't the easiest, and I would often escape from the craziness of my home and run off to the Toth's. Swimming and sleepovers helped me get through many a summer, and I was blessed to have such a good, positive friend nearby. 

Monica, thanks for being my Redford buddy. I can't think back to Woodworth without thinking of your wonderful family. It's hard to believe it's been nearly 20 years since we've seen each other in person. Now that we're in the same city we really should try to meet up. Just think, this time we'll have first pick of the NKOTB boys. 

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My Little Friend Monica

Reincarnating Myself

Watching a YouTube video made me realize how badly I've neglected music as an expression of my creativity, which led me to make the statement that I want to be reincarnated as the singer Feist. Subconsciously, I must have felt that there was no hope for such an expression in this lifetime, and I would have to wait until the next one. Then something changed.

I've wanted to learn piano since I was probably 4. It sounds strange, but it's something that I feel I was born to do. Just a few weeks ago I finally bought a piano. I'm not sure why it's taken me so long to realize this dream, but now that I've started, my musical flood gates have opened. Although I'm just beginning, playing Mary had a Little Lamb with two hands is, at the moment, extremely rewarding.

No matter what you believe will happen in your next lifetime (if you believe there is a next one) I hope that in the here and now you tap into the things that make you feel alive. Don't leave your hopes and dreams for the do-over. What if you come back as a rock?

Martha Graham puts this thought much more eloquently, so I leave you with her words:

"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open."

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Reincarnate in the Incarnate

 

Tribute #14: Mary Wilcher

The size of The Creative Circus allows you to get to know everyone pretty well. For better or for worse, the people that you start ad school with are a part of your daily life for the next 2 years. I feel I lucked out as my quarter was filled with some fascinating people. Mary Wilcher happened to be among that group.

Mary's path to the Circus was more interesting than many of our own, moving from California where she worked as an actor (starring in Buffy the Vampire Slayer) to Georgia to explore advertising. My first impression of Mary was that she was a badass. Her great personality made it easy to like her, and as I got to know her better my first impression was confirmed- she is a badass. 

Mary, thanks for bringing a breath of fresh air to many of our classes. Your laid back attitude was refreshing and much needed. I was excited to see that you and Alisa are engaged and I wish you all the happiness in your marriage.  

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Cool Mary

Tribute #13: Megan Kost

In high school I went through a ton of different phases. Like any teenager I was trying to find myself, or at least create who I thought I was. I looked up to the girls in my class that were true individuals, the ones with a unique point of view. One such classmate was Megan Kost.

Megan has a wonderful outlook on life along with a great sense of humor. In high school she always found a way to make any situation fun, and she has one of the best laughs I know. Though we haven’t seen each other in nearly a decade, from the look of her pictures she has carved out a beautiful, happy life out West.

Megan, thanks for showing me that life’s too short to be anyone other than myself. To this day I remember the card you got me for my open house, and as I’ve made my way through life I often think of it and smile. On the front it read, “Some people will say you’re going the wrong way, when it’s simply a way of your own.” 

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A True Individual