Our world has shifted since I wrote last. Yesterday (Wednesdays are the new black) Daphna and Heather were both sent home. It is both a shock because we didn't see it coming and because this house is so dramatically different without them. We all realized that one bad performance can sink you here -- really terrifying. The stakes just keep going up …

Heathers presence to me was both maternal and child-like. She took care of everyone before she took care of herself. She was a playmate for me here. We called ourselves the "bordello girls." We would hang over the balcony and yell down to everyone like girls from the brothels of the Wild West. She is soft and strong and will be my friend forever. (Oh, not to mention, she’s one of the best guitarist/singer/songwriter’s around).

Daphna, beautiful dove. Soft, wise, determined, lovely. I know how worried she is about supporting her mother. I've said it before and will say it again here: I am not worried about her one bit. Daphna has a bright and shinning future right around the corner.

 

The atmosphere is bittersweet. We are all sad, yet the space here is allowing us to unfold as human beings. We are bound together by our collective experience -- Love, loss, fear, overwhelming fear, trust, chaos, clarity. I feel some today.