April Consciousness

in the wings the shadows are waiting

Hello, friends!

Last month was the premiere of “Premenstrual Margot” at Chapman’s Folio Theater. It was a great night, reconnecting with cast and crew, watching the other splendid films of the evening, and making new friends. Enjoy some behind the scenes shots in this post!

In other news, it’s been a time of recovery for my DH who had knee surgery nearly two months ago. Neither of us anticipated what this process would take, but finally things seem to be stabilizing. And of course, it’s like the universe knows I’ve been in caretaker mode these last number of weeks, so things have been rather gentle acting-wise. 😉

All of this, and I mean all of this has been fueling a fresh consciousness awakening, a cellular homecoming that feels like everything.

So here’s to divine timing. The waiting in the wings that you are savoring because somewhere inside, you know it means everything. This moment. That moment. The shadows that give way to the light. The bubbling that gives way to stillness. And it’s all a dance. All one big surrender.

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march or stroll

For me, early March is one of those liminal times — not quite winter anymore, yet not quite spring yet either. I’ve been loving  dressing for these in between times — thoughtfully choosing the items that, together, signal this threshold time.

Speaking of cusps, In February I filmed a short that had the craziest coincidences of cusps that I’ve ever been a part of (to my knowledge anyhow). I was born on the Libra – Scorpio cusp, my screen son on the Scorpio – Saggitarius cusp, and my screen husband on the Sagittarius – Capricorn cusp! And not only that, our director was born on the Aires – Taurus cusp!! I love these synchronicities. And, of course, we all got along splendidly.

Enjoys the scenery as it changes!

XO

Dalit

Late November Check in

Well, hello! Here are some recent set stills from a wild short I just completed called “The Rats.” Call me Krystal.

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving! Wishing you a day of contentment and peace.

with Lauren Sullivan, who created my rat face!
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hanging out
flat rat
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rat headshot 😉

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Removing the Polish

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As actors, it can sometimes be hard to say goodbye to the characters we play. Especially when they land in a sweet spot of our psyches.  Such was the case with Janine. Janine, the fun, cool mom to the titular “Premenstrual Margot” played by the marvelous Giselle Torres.

One of the visual details of the role was red accents: in wardrobe, accessories and fingernails. I never wear red nails. But Janine did. Always.

So when I was done with my filming, and a day later I had an audition for a decidedly non-red-polish-working-class-single-mom in the Middle East, the red needed to go.

Initially, it felt brutal – like prying off Janine in such a heartless, dismissive manner. Wiping her away, just like that.

How can I make this kinder, I thought? Or is it the same as removing the discreet clear tape that holds that tiny microphone to one’s bare skin while filming? Often it’s better to pull it off fast….like a band-aid. Heavy sigh.

What to do?

After some hand-wringing and stomach churning journaling, finally I came up with this:

I love you Janine. Thank you, Janine. 

But now I must remove the polish.

Wishing us all grace and ease as we let go into this new season.

XD

Margot's good news
Off the ground!
the removal
the removal

Insta – huh?

Ooooh, this is a late entry for September, but here goes. I had a little fender bender at the start of the month; thank goodness it was no big deal, but it’s been taking a while to sort out completely. It’s part of the cost of living in a driving culture like LA….quality problems, as they say.

My next acting project is a smart and bittersweet comedy about a late bloomer’s trials and tribulations. No, I’m not the late bloomer (though maybe I could be, haha). I play her wise and loving mom, Janine. There is so much delicious stuff about this project, which begins filming shortly. I’ll be sharing more fully prontissimo!

Lastly, I finally started Instagram. It’s been on my mind for a while, but I’ve been resistant for one reason or another. But yesterday I was chatting to my youngest brother Jon, and something in our conversation put me over the top. We’ve always been big supporters of each other, and there was something about his encouraging me to “embrace social media” that somehow registered. He’s never said that to me before, and even if he had, I don’t know how ready I would have been to take it in. I’ve had a thousand good reasons for keeping some distance from it, but I now realize that there might be 1001 to lean into it just a little more. At least for now.

So that’s what’s up. And I’m sharing my first post below, which has some more juicy details about the project I mentioned earlier. View at your own peril, and do follow if that’s something you’re into.

Have a great rest of September!

XD

 

Upon Awakening this Mothers Day

happy mothers day to all the mothers
the nurturers, the unmothered, partially mothered
the learning to mother
the confused mothers
the blossoming mothers
the tenders, the care-taking magicians
the tired ones. Ah….

the tenderers,
the eager to mothers
the dreaming of mothers
would be mothers
almost mothers
not to be mothers
determined to mother mothers.

they did the best they could mothers
the accidental mothers
the conflicted mothers
the mothers who are afraid
the struggling mothers
sword-carrying mothers
the mother dreamers
the seeking balance and liberation mothers
guilt-ridden mothers
workaholic mothers
desperate to love and be loved mothers.

and then there is the GREAT MOTHER inside
free from any story or particulars
pure, ordinary, unnamed mother.

may we know this infinite mother
relax into that wide expanse
of presence and mercy
the deep deep care
that can also have the lightest touch
or not
all of the pieces are fair game.

may we re-member this fierce whisper of kindness/inclusion
in our bones
in our breath

again and again


 

* Dalit Berkowitz

May 13, 2018

Early Spring

IMG_3277I love the spring. Especially early spring when the smell of winter is still dangling in the air.

Something is coming, pushing through, already pushed through from all that waiting and in some cases aching, and what will it be?

Maybe it’s the question that I love best.

It has begun. The faintest quickening. How will formation take shape? What new things or experiences have begun to germinate and sprout?

This soul craves renewal.

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One Small Step

China Beach stillGreetings, lovely people. (***Scroll down to forgo memory lane + just watch if you prefer.)

So, I found this restored footage of a scene from China Beach, the astonishing war drama series that I had the honor of working on many moons ago.

It was my first time in a speaking role on a professional TV set. I played a Red Cross worker with Brian Wimmer’s Corporal Boonie Lanier after his life-altering accident. The episode was in the final season – 408 – and titled “One Small Step.”

It was an unforgettable experience for so many reasons. For one, I had just gotten my drivers license (no small feat for this New Yorker) and didn’t have a car yet, so on my work day I took 2 buses and hitched the rest of the way (!!) to arrive on time at the abandoned airport/North Hollywood set. The kindness of strangers, indeed. This was before the internet, smartphones, apps and the all kinds of speedy access we have today.

I can still vividly remember the audition. My friend Pat ever so kindly (there’s that word again) drove me to Warner Brothers. I was the only actress who did not have an agent at the time – I noticed that while signing in. Bless the visionary casting and production team who were always ready to try new talent. I recall somehow getting myself to the studio a few days before, to excitedly pick up the audition sides. Again, this was before the digital age…people picked up material in person. You had to get your body there (or maybe if you were very fancy, you had the script delivered).

I remember the burnt orange relaxed-fit blouse that I wore, tied at the waist and purchased at JC Amber, the then iconic “clothing store to the stars” where I worked–we did Arsenio’s colorful suits!! (Ah…fashion choice memories do linger)….and I recall waiting alone in the hallway, resting on the floor, a leg outstretched, feeling the ground beneath me before being called in. I remember the little joke I made inside the room and the simple performance of that simple moment. It was not a filmed audition. It was all just live in the room, in the moment, just what it was.

And of course I remember that Hollywood single apartment on Sycamore where I lived, and that next morning when CD John Levey rang, telling me the role was mine. At the time, I had this mischievous ragtime-esque outgoing music on my analog message machine, but in fact, I was home to breathlessly take the call, and I could feel that pleasure that a casting director must feel upon delivering this kind of happy news to a new actor. It was sheer heaven.

So much has changed about auditioning since then – not to mention all of the other crazy fast changes that keep pulling us forward, whether we like it or not. But in some ways, the heart of the ritual remains the same: People coming together, through whatever channels, to tell a story. To make something beautiful. To try their best to create something that feels real, human and alive.

And that, my friends, makes it all worthwhile.

So thanks to technology, this is my simple moment to share with you.

XO

Dalit

Here is the love

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Here are some stills from “A Song of Consolation,” a tender USC short I recently had the pleasure of working on.

The story is about an unlikely connection between two loners who share a love of music. You can view the entire film here. Enjoy!

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Arioso

xDalit

Bizarre & Beautiful

I’m thrilled it’s 2016. I remember as a child wondering what it would be like to live in the two thousands….it was hard to even conceptualize at the time, and sometimes it still is.

Well, we made it. We’re here. And in this bizarre beautiful world, there are countless chances to wake up. To begin again. To affirm that this life is good, no matter the perceived obstacles. No matter the madness. It’s all a massive gift.

So let’s do this!

Yasss

P.S.

“Waiting for You” will be screening again this Saturday at the Whitefire Theater in Los Angeles as part of the California Women’s Film Festival. If you’re in town and free, come by!

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