What the heck is the Netheryonder?



I am an actor who also identifies as a husband, brother, son, poet, visual artist, comedian, teacher, producer, amateur chef and musician, amongst other hobbies & trades. I am currently crafting a Pope hat for an upcoming show I am producing, Variety Show Death Match.


The word autodidact really hits home. To teach one’s self to fish, as it were. I’ve managed my greatest growth in my freest circumstances, and though it may be a longer road with more distractions, my focus and willpower have benefitted from the opportunity to allow myself to find myself.


I taught my brother in high school. We had a pretty good time together, and we both credit a great deal of our mental freedom to that year we spent together.


I once had to bat clean up with a group of close friends, boys in a band, all about 8 years old, who were trying to ‘muscle’ out one of their members. Their teacher informed me they had been having issues with one another trying to work out group dynamics, but it began to really manifest itself in a rehearsal in which one of the boys punched another in the arm. I was approached by their teacher and asked to sit and talk it out with them. I let each one of them speak and encouraged them to express themselves clearly, acknowledging how they felt while refraining from placing blame, and then spoke myself. The challenges they were facing were very real, of concentration, practicing outside of rehearsal time, and general goofing around vs. taking it seriously. It really came down to them admitting they truly wanted to learn, which was a powerful experience to witness. I shared my own experience of watching the group grow and told them how proud I was of them for being open and honest with each other. It was so important to them, but they hadn’t known exactly how to say it, knew it wasn’t manifesting itself appropriately and needed to be worked out. Before everyone talked, we sat in silence together, just thinking about what brought us into the room.  Though the boys wanted to keep their mean and tough masks on, we waited until the silence broke them in and each of us made eye contact around the room. My job was already done because they were forced to acknowledge their own feelings, we sat until their ‘fronts’ melted away. I will remember this as one of the strongest moments where I allowed myself to simultaneously teach and be taught. Both by the boys and the moment itself.


What the heck is the Netheryonder?


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