I was trekking through the mountains in Bhutan when we stopped at Remote Inn for lunch. I picked up a bow and arrow for the first time in years. I had won 2nd place in the state of Wisconsin as a teenager, and would every so often try my skill. I hit the target quite far away. Not the bullseye, but hey!!!
Archery is a precise sport coordinating the eye, body stance, arm, finger positions, and lips to the bow. The placement of the arrow on the bow is a strategic move. The tautness of the string "tells you" when to release the arrow. With an American Indian background (Lakota), it is my homage to these spiritual people and their marvelous sense of community.
I am researching where I can get back to archery.
Oh yeah, I found such joy in taking up a long-ago activity I loved. I encourage you to do the same. Bowling, basketball, soccer, finger painting. Whatever. Let's not let the joy of our youth slip away as we face the challenges of today.
#Fallout4 #Archery #FindYourJoy #VoiceActress
We feed the fixation so easily, especially through social media. Let's try to find people in communal spaces instead. Talking to myself, but maybe you too.
#communityspaces#attraction#honestthoughts
In my life, I’ve seen that healing isn’t about erasing pain — it’s about learning to live alongside it without letting it define you. Growth is slow, but it’s never too late to start.
The convergence of cultures is vital. The exhibit "Ancestors Know Who We Are" reflects the power of identity, heritage, and storytelling through Black-Indigenous women artists.
https://t.co/bAapRwF1cc
#AncestorsKnowWhoWeAre#NationalMuseumOfTheAmericanIndian#NativeArt #BlackIndigenous
In a world that celebrates constant motion and productivity, Wednesdays can feel like a sprint. But it’s okay to slow down. To pause. To breathe. Rest is not laziness — it’s resistance in a culture that tells us to always be “on.” Take today one step at a time. You’re allowed to be gentle with yourself. Take a moment for the Earth today, too.
The long gone Comedian Bob Newhart can make me gut chuckle and cry raucously. That …pause… of his was so incredibly effective.
An example of an effective pause:
Barking incessantly with that high pitch nerve grating sound at 6:45 am prompted me to find out whose dog this was. As I stood near the playground in my old linen house dress and growled, “Whose dog is this?”, one of two gabbing women said, “it’s mine, so what?”
I did a Bob Newhart pause and then said, “Well…… (PAUSE) why don’t you please answer your dog’s question.?” There was a moment of silence. Then laughter. The gal said she would leave her dog home. Thanks Bob.
Biting my tongue, I am running out of expletives riding through Ladakh in the Himalayans. Looking back at the temple villages built into the side of the mountains and the purple, grey and brown striations in the hills.
The vastness and raw beauty are inexpressible in words. They are felt in the heart. And my Orioles vest, given by my friend Betsy to keep warm, accompanied me all the way.
#Travel #Himalayans #Ladakh
I've been seeing a resurgence of Elder Scrolls lately, which really takes me back to my introduction into big animation work.
When I was developing the Argonian female voices, my focus was on how to bring real emotion to a character that was so much larger than life.
I didn’t want to play a caricature—I wanted to ground her in something truthful and human.
At the end of the day, even in fantasy, the work always comes back to finding that human core.
If you’re looking to get into this industry, that’s where I would start.
More to come.
From time to time, I’ll share brief reflections and small moments from life, starting tonight with “Fragile as a Bubble.”
Taking care of a loved one. Now that’s a challenge. One of mine was taking care of my ex-husband. He was really sick and getting worse. I was his only close family, and… we had been divorced for 30 years.
He died after 12 years of my caretaking. At first, I felt liberated from all the responsibilities. Then came the intense and gut-wrenching sporadic loneliness. Now that’s a surprise. I decided to treasure the life of those people I love who are still here.
“Life is a fragile as a bubble,” as the Dalai Lama reminds us.
Hi, my name is Elisabeth Noone and I cannot believe I’m doing social media.
I’m looking forward to talking with you about my career as a voiceover actor and actor on camera, and about being a mentor, a coach, a mom, and a caretaker.
Here’s a cat story for you.
Meanest cat I ever saw. Hissed as you walked by. Snapped at anything that moved within 5 feet. Except my mother. That damn “Mark” would climb on her lap and purr like a kitten. Mother would tell us we didn’t understand Mark. I disagree… that cat wanted to be my mother’s only child and he had eight of us to compete with. So his long nails, my mother refused to have clipped, bore into us like we were a piece of fish. And my mother would say, “Stop teasing him”. There was no winning with Mark.
How would you have handled this crafty character?
I don't want to hear any more of the bad stuff. Let's laugh. Let's watch reruns of Carol Burnett or I Love Lucy or Seinfeld. Let's not dwell on our messed up childhoods or failed marriages or DRKS (dirty rotten kids, as my parents referred to us). Let's just laugh. So what's your answer to that?