Categories for "THE BETRAYAL PROJECT"

Jul 21, 2018

WHAT IF DEPRESSED, WERE DEEP REST?


The non-duality perspective was introduced to me by the couples therapist I was seeing in an effort to “mend and reestablish” my previous relationship after the infidelity I’d been blind to suddenly exploded out from its tight little drawer where it’d been put away, and rendered me a deer in headlights with a damaged heart. Maybe some of you have had the experience…  

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Nov 5, 2016

THE THINGS I SAW, AROUND THE THINGS I DIDN’T


Why not pick your teeth of the region’s finest sardines, before hopping that plane. Before returning to our building, to our bed, and to me lying there in it… to finally tell me: You were in love with another her.

What’s a little New Yorker by the water, when you’re about to kill her. MORE

Mar 22, 2016

ROOM FOR GLITTER


Excerpt from my poem, WE JUST HAVE AESTHETIC DIFFERENCES.

Feb 20, 2016

YOUR CORRECT GESTURING


At the corner of Narcissism and Denial… are the Brambles. Excerpt from a poem of the BETRAYAL PROJECT.

Feb 5, 2016

HOW TO BREATHE COLOR


From my essay “Her White Living Room”, written after a healing session with a tiny wizardess on the Upper East Side. She wore all white, a camouflage style choice, given her apartment. Thank you, Risa, for the freedom…

Dec 18, 2015

BEFORE THE SHADES OF GREY HAD THEIR SAY


This vintage polka dotted dress was gifted to me by my dear friend Shana after the death of her Mother, Evelyn. I chose it from her closet. And I wore it like a uniform, for many years. It was one of those pieces that got a mildly exuberant pass from my ex-partner. So I’d wear it to our dinner parties.

This shot was taken by Stephen Salmieri in his studio, in May of 2012, at around 2 in the morning. I was finally saying goodnight to him and his wife Sydnie after a long night of philosophy, fish, laughs, quotes, jazz, talks on the extraterrestrial and the Kabbalah, and my numb and sinking heart as it off-gassed vocal fabrications on how fine my relationship was at the time, and why my partner couldn’t be there that night.

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May 8, 2015

LEAVE ME WITH FLOWERS


He brought me flowers, and they breathed into me the fortitude of four women, as I managed to meet our fractured path with some makeshift form of forgiveness, seduced by something finally fresh inside this dead space. But that freshness came wrapped in confused remorse, and the limp half commitment of this floral delivery would simply end up wilting us a little bit more.

But I didn’t know that, at the time.

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Mar 5, 2015

HER WHITE LIVING ROOM


I sat in a white chair in the middle of her white living room, one January Wednesday. In the chair of a psychotherapist from the other side, living a block from you. I surrendered myself to the alchemy she was about to perform on my brain and body, a procedure that was to burn out those everywhere scattered crumbs of betrayal both crippling me, and boring me, from within. Those crumbs made by you. I was there to toss the last of the rotten groceries out. That baggage too heavy for carry on. For necessity had finally gone on a date with choice inside me.

I was asked to imagine something loving on my inhales, and something unloving on my exhales. Not to be unkind, but I did have to chose you for the latter. After all, I was there to purge the laces of lies with which you threaded my mind into swarming balls of bad, back then. Balls that hadn’t chosen another court yet but the one represented by my body.

I was there to learn how to breathe freely inside my own winter, now that we’d cycled back to that season. Now that we’d completed all four stages once, without each other. Now that love explodes everywhere in my life, and I’ve a rock so true. Because there is no space for reeking remnants in a winter that wants to sparkle blaze like it doesn’t even desire spring, like it doesn’t need heat to convince me it’s warm…

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Nov 7, 2014

WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THE CRUST?


When you remember his toasted words, “Here’s to our new relationship” from the other side of the white tablecloth of a new Turkish place two blocks away, post-affair, all airwaves frosted with the mutual attempts at your repair and you think, yeah, Choice is not mine, There is no right trajectory, Forgiveness is the way, Life starts and is always now, so It must be all ok…

And it feels like it is, for the consistently spliced in milliseconds that nudge your belief into your own self talk and the false reinforcements coming at you like Pops cereal from across the table, yellow like cheery bursts yet filled with air; all those puppet-like projections meeting your shoulders as you stare at your chutney and hope that a sparkler eraser combo stick might show up.

But whether or not the man across the hummus platter actually had any longterm intention to keep holding my hand by choice, I shall not know for certain. His frequent struggle with my hand was enough to break my heart from very early on, as I conditioned myself to not seek or expect yeses as things that could be born up from inside of him naturally.

But I stayed, and I kept looking the nos in the face, pretending they had frosting and positive ideas about our redesign behind their opinionated posts. That they could convert to smiley faced right thinking, given enough time.

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Oct 11, 2014

WHEN YOU’RE BLINDSIDED…


I was just going through a stack of old snaps I’d taken with my film camera back in my early days in NY. I took this photo where I was living in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, on the morning of 9/11. My friend and roommate had just learned that she was pregnant with her first child, and was out jogging; it was my Dad’s birthday; and I couldn’t understand the tension I was feeling about getting dressed for work. Prior to being alerted, of course, to what was happening just across the river.

I went to the rooftop. Moving my camera from the point of terror upward (CLICK MORE to see it), I found myself shooting the soft and haunting abstracts of a sky whose crystal blue gradient was quickly, but quietly, being taken over by an aggressive courtship with brown, and with the off-white of only those things that are sick…

As a standalone shot (as with all things abstracted from their original sources of muck or stain) what really is happening here in this second shot as a resulting gem of this – the greatest blindside in our country’s experience – but a gorgeous pastel form? One I’m almost inclined to have printed on some bed sheet from a print-on-demand company soliciting from my inbox, so that I might wrap myself in the celebration of being a breathing, seeing enigma in a sea of breathtaking compositions emerging from even the harshest of tragedies. And stay wrapped in that, often.

I am willing to soak in the beauty that is the result of being blindsided. And I know about being blindsided.

Yet if I could feel this openhearted sensitivity about the skyline’s beauty on 9/11, why could I not arrive at that abstract bed sheet of smiles more easily when blindsided by betrayal in more personal a form? CLICK FOR MORE MORE

Sep 19, 2014

GET BEHIND THE MIC WITH ME!


Dear Friends,

I have been silent during some significant life transitions these past two months. I hope the summer has treated you all well!

I wanted to let you know that I’m back, and that I’m currently creating a podcast focused on shaking up our perspectives on relationship – in the broadest sense of the term – expanding upon the more audio driven nature of my recent work, The Betrayal Project. (For those of you who have inquired, yes, you will see its face again!)

Why a podcast? I met this summer with Howard Stern’s former manager at CBS Radio, and I’ve thankfully been granted use of the CBS studio for recording a radio pilot. I have also been offered the directional support of the Founder of Big City Radio as well as Programming VP at SiriusXM – both of whom are ready to receive and review my sample clips as I have them prepared – a huge gift. As a podcast acts as the sister format to virtually all radio programs today, there’s no reason not to get started with one as my next step on this path.

Click MORE for how the last two weeks have shaped my direction with this podcast, and how you may get involved and share your own story with me at the mic! MORE

May 31, 2014

PERSPECTIVE IS WHAT SETS US FREE


A video about my philosophy on Perspective, and the power it holds to liberate us inside of any life situation.

Excerpt:
“We have something critical in common: our perspective is ALL we have. We are either imprisoned by it, or we are freed by it, continually. Our friend dies in a car crash, our husband runs off with the secretary, we can’t afford groceries until Friday, our beloved parent gets Parkinson’s disease, and every belief we had about love gets put into the shredder one morning, and we watch ourselves limping around in some kind of shell shock with mental shrapnel piercing our every part. Life breaks us down, but only our perspective has the power to sew us back up…”

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May 9, 2014

NO WALLS FOR THE BLOW


Excerpt from my article “Get Mad, and Stay Alive”. Click for a link to the article. MORE

May 9, 2014

YOUR DOLLAR STORE


Excerpt from my poem “The Fakery Bakery”. Click for a link to the video in which it’s spoken. MORE

May 9, 2014

FAKERY BAKERY


Excerpt from my poem “The Fakery Bakery”. Click for a link to the video in which it’s spoken. MORE

Apr 30, 2014

GET MAD, AND STAY ALIVE


THE VERY REAL LINK BETWEEN SUPPRESSED EMOTIONAL PAIN AND CANCER

Research is showing us that cancer can only exist in the presence of unhealed emotional pain. Suppressed emotional trauma produces an environment of “severe internal stress” that fuels the daily growth of new cancer in the body.

According to the Journal of Psychosomatic Research, “Extreme suppression of anger was the most commonly identified characteristic of 160 breast cancer patients who were given a detailed psychological interview and self-administered questionnaire”. And German cancer surgeon Dr. Ryke-Geerd Hamer, in examining thousands of cancer patients with all types of cancer, noticed that they all shared one thing in common: there had been some sort of psycho-emotional conflict prior to the onset of their cancer that had never been fully resolved.

What does all of this add up to in my case of being blindsided by the one I thought was my beloved to the truth that our shared decade was betrayal-steeped, being trashed and left immediately for another, and having my whole world and understanding of love and commitment completely shattered to the ground? It means giving my anger a voice is actually saving my life.

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Apr 26, 2014

WHEN YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH AN EMOTIONAL CON MAN


CLICK to WATCH my fourth illustrated poem of The Betrayal Project. Next week I’ll be sharing the deeper reason that is fueling my release of these rather emotion heavy videos born of my heartbreak… Thank you for taking in what has been the most difficult experience of my life, and for maybe sharing this video with those you think might benefit from a multi-media approach to processing heartbreak and betrayal.

May your day be filled with emotional connection with the good, the bad, and the ugly – all of them beautiful with the eyes and heart that believe them to be.

To your Wellbeing,
Sherry MORE

Apr 19, 2014

HATCHET DECOR


Excerpt from my poem “Mourn Out the Candy Corn of Memory”. Click for a link to the video in which it’s featured. MORE

Apr 19, 2014

DYE THE PAIN


Excerpt from my poem “Mourn Out the Candy Corn of Memory”. Click for a link to the video in which it’s featured. MORE

Apr 19, 2014

ROLLED UP COLOR


Excerpt from my poem “Mourn Out the Candy Corn of Memory”. Click for a link to the video in which it’s featured. MORE