IT’S NOT MINE

Kim getting ready to sing

These pictures are of my voice teacher, Kimberly Haynes. She came to the studio where I record in North Hollywood to sing my song “Hang On” for me.

My post title is a line of lyrics from my song “Hang On.” Below are links to stories about that song:

HANG ON-PART 1

HANG ON-PART 2

Four years ago, I was a fifty-year-old woman who was very excited about having music again in my life. After not singing for thirty years, I enrolled in a private vocal coaching class at a public park.

My teacher’s name was Peaches Chrenko. I told her that the reason I was singing again was because I wanted to give my original songs the best voice I could. For most of my life, I did not consider myself a good singer. I imagined that one day a professional singer could do far more justice to my songs.

Peaches explained to me that there wasn’t any reason I couldn’t sing my songs. But I could still have others sing my songs because both were beautiful possibilities. I’ve never forgotten what she said.

It turned out that the more I sang, the more the connection within my heart blossomed. I soon realized that I loved singing.

A year later, I hired Peaches to record vocals for two of my songs for me. The experience was not what I had expected, though it wasn’t because she didn’t do a great job. It was just so hard for me to accept her different phrasing and melodies for my songs – it felt like it wasn’t my song anymore. Later on, I actually incorporated some of her ideas into my singing and really benefitted from her interpretations.

I have no illusions that my voice is going to lead me to commercial singing success.

My dedication to singing is completely driven by a desire to fully express my feelings. Singing is the one area of my life where I have felt free to do that. My songs heal me and I hope someday they will touch and comfort other people, too.

Last year, I was very excited about a new arrangement that George and I had created for my song “Hang On.” I was certain I had a hit in the making and began to entertain the possibility that another singer could really take my song much farther than I could.

At that time I was taking lessons with Kimberly Haynes, who is an amazing singer. I asked her if I could pay her to record a vocal for my song “Hang On.” Yet shortly before our recording session, her husband was diagnosed with cancer and so we postponed it indefinitely.

Two months ago, I received a call from Kimberly. She told me she was ready to sing “Hang On.” I was so thankful to hear her husband was doing better. His condition was still very serious, but he had stabilized.

A few days later, I eagerly went to Kimberly’s house with my guitar. I brought a sheet with the chords and lyrics, as well as a CD with a recording of “Hang On.” She told me she would be singing her own interpretation of my song. I was curious what she was going to do, but also nervous because it was difficult for me when Peaches sang my songs.

That day at her house, we went over the lyrics. Kimberly told me she was confused by one line and asked me to explain it to her. It was: “It’s not mine.” 

I told her that in my song I was speaking to someone who was in horrific grief. Although I could somewhat empathize with their pain because of my own grief experience, I wasn’t saying, “I know how you feel.” I believe that no one can truly know how another person feels.

Also the pain not being mine was an acknowledgement that I have healed and moved beyond pain.

You are broken

Kimberly said it was still confusing to her.

I had a few days until she would record at Darrin’s recording studio. I decided I would change those lines if I could find something I liked as much or better.

First, I came up with two rhymes: “unspoken” and “broken.” And then I was elated to find two replacement lines that worked well. They were: “Your eyes show, your heart is broken. There’s so much pain, it’s unspoken.”

The reason I chose the first three words of “your eyes show,” was because I believe that eyes truly portray grief. On a story I wrote in 2010 (The Amputation of My Soul), I described bereaved parents at support group meetings as having eyes with hollow sockets and no tears left to cry.

Darrin is on the right and Kimberly is on the other side of the glass.

Darrin is on the right and Kimberly is on the other side of the glass.

The recording day arrived and I was nervous. I drove over to Darrin’s recording studio and Kimberly knocked on the door a few moments after. She was stunning in a long flowing gown, radiant and gorgeous. I asked Darrin to take a few pictures of us.

Kim & Judy at Darrin's 2

It was so different for me to be on the other side of the glass. This was the ultimate voice lesson because I was watching a true professional at work.

Kimberly checked the mic and Darrin did a test for levels. It was time to start recording and the beautiful arrangement playing aloud gave me chills as it usually did.

But from the moment Kimberly began singing, I felt myself squirming. Her delivery was so powerful, yet it wasn’t what I wanted for my song. At the end of the first take, I said something to the effect that it would be great if she could pull back a little.

Kimberly asked me to clarify what I meant. I told her I couldn’t really explain it and left it at that. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was being critical and certainly did not want to tell my voice teacher what to do.

She continued singing and did five takes. Her performance and delivery were strong, confident and very professional. No Melodyne or editing would be needed.

That was a huge contrast with my singing, by the way. So much of what I record is embarrassing; a lot of editing is needed. But when I’m done, I’m very proud.

When Kimberly was finished, it was very awkward for me because I wasn’t excited about her recording. I hugged and thanked her, but my face was on fire.

I felt like it was totally unreasonable for me to expect her to sing my song the same way I did.

I left the studio and went to my car. I took a few deep breaths and rested with my face in my hands. I wasn’t ready to drive home yet. Tears were pouring from my eyes uncontrollably. It wasn’t even because I was emotional – my eyes just hurt.

Suddenly, I heard a car honk and there was Kimberly in her car alongside mine. I lowered my window to hear her words. She leaned toward me and said sweetly, “Judy, thank you for sharing your baby with me. It was an honor. And I’m going to pray for you – for your eyes to feel better.”

I looked up at her and nodded. I let her know that I also prayed her husband would be okay. Here, her husband had ocular melanoma and she was praying for my eyes!

Kim & Judy at Darrin's

I decided not to promote my song with Kimberly’s vocal. Instead, I went back to George and we changed the key and tempo for “Hang On.” I sang new harmony for it and recorded my guitar into the song differently than I had before.

And just like with Peaches, I learned a lot about how to sing my song better just from hearing what Kimberly had done.

Tulips-Yellow Group

When I recorded a new vocal for “Hang On” a few weeks ago, I was extremely moved by my own lyrics.

Especially the line of: “One day your pain will go away – love will lift you up, love will always stay.”

My hopeful song was a message to me from my subconscious to hang on.

Singing “Hang On” was so healing! Of course, I wasn’t deeply disconnected from life like I was when Jason died. But I’ve been grieving my parents who both died in the last two years. I’ve also been struggling with depression related to my eye problems.

And then there was a revelation for me.

It all related to the lyric change I had done because of Kimberly’s suggestion.

I turned out that my eyes do show I am heartbroken.

And the pain was mine after all.

Your eyes show

Hopeless eyes

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I RAISED THE BAR

Those ice cream bars are my illustrations!

Those ice cream bars are my illustrations!

Over the past week I began working on a new illustration assignment. All of my musical passion has been pushed slightly to one side because I’m illustrating two new flavors of ice cream bars for Tillamook. While shopping for reference, I became excited when I spotted two of my illustrations printed for the first time in a supermarket’s freezer. I snapped a quick shot.

Creating layouts from my digital photos is fun. Thankfully, my eyes are able to see my computer screen quite well. Once I send the client layout choices, I wait for feedback.

I probably shouldn’t share my newest layouts, but below are examples from flavors that are published. It is apparent that I always give my client a lot of choices. I often create dozens of layouts before the final design is approved.

After that, I turn it into an illustration using paint and pencils combined with my digital process. While creating the layouts below, I learned a lot about the many shapes of caramel.

Tillabar Salted Caramel Layout

This is an example of a final illustration once layouts were approved.

This is an example of one of my final illustrations once layouts were approved.

It is very difficult for me to change gears, from music to art.

One thing I plan to continue doing musically while illustrating is singing. Keeping up my vocal ability is very important to me.

Over the past few weeks, I tried to get a lot of music done before my job started. I still have three song vocals to edit, plus two new song arrangements in development. I will find time to practice my guitar because I plan to record guitar into three recent arrangements soon.

And because I love writing, I have at least six stories in progress. Blogging is something I consider lowest on my “creative totem pole.” But when the writing bug grabs me, I cannot stop myself.

I am amazed I have so much energy despite my constant eye discomfort. The distraction that my passion gives me is incredible.

There is definitely an art to making white chocolate curls.

There is definitely an art to making white chocolate curls.

Illustrating fruit and chocolate

All morning, I spent my time preparing fruit and chocolate that I would photograph as reference for the two new flavors of Tillabars I was illustrating. What a difference from the days when I used a lot of equipment and ran to one-hour photo only to get back a bunch of dark prints!

My kitchen was a mess. My children were anxious to know when I was finished with the chocolate so they could feast on the crumbs. It didn’t bother them to eat the half melted ice cream bars either, where mom had taken out a bite. They simply cut off the part I had bitten into.

Yes, I had to bite those bars. And they were delicious!! Below is a link to more about my illustrations for Tillamook:

#49 I RAISED THE BAR (AND TOOK A BITE)

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THE SONGBIRD – PART 2

Songbird at Dawn

The songbird was a sensitive and delicate creature. From the day she was born, her sweet melodies filled the air as she sang away to her heart’s delight. She was hardly aware that she lived in a cage because she was surrounded by so much love. One day, she imagined she would become an adult songbird and fly freely.

The songbird grew up and became a young woman. She continued to sing freely despite being in a cage and every song expressed her joy and pain. When she fell in love and decided he was “the one,” one reason was because he loved listening to her songs and appreciated her voice.

Now with great excitement she readied herself to fly freely from her cage. But the memory of leaving her cage was not beautiful at all; instead it was traumatic. She did not feel loved anymore and was in shock.

And not long after that, the songbird discovered that instead of the freedom she had dreamed of, she was simply living in a different cage.

This cage was larger, but she was very sad and could no longer sing. Her dreams of flying freely disappeared.

Even though she wasn’t surrounded by love in her new cage, she made the best of it and filled her life with other pursuits. The years went by. The songbird was afraid to leave her cage and most of the time she didn’t even remember that she had ever sung.

One day, she desperately decided she would add love to her life by having babies. When they were born, she began to sing again and sweet lullabies restored her faith.

But then her first baby died and she truly lost her voice. The songbird wasn’t sure she’d survive, but somehow she did.

She continued to grow older. Her children brought her joy and kept her busy; they were her life force.

But the songbird was tired of her life. When her parents were dying, the stress and loneliness became harder for her to bear. For the first time in her life, the songbird prayed to God for help.

Suddenly, melodies began to fill her heart and it was an absolute miracle that the songbird began to sing again. Instead of crying, she lifted her voice to the heavens and her tears turned into songs.

Songbird in gray

Now for the very first time in many, many years her heart became light and she felt happy. She had thought she was too old to sing. But the more the songbird sang, the more ugly her cage became. She began to dream again about flying freely.

Her dreams tormented her because she didn’t want to destroy her mate. He never expected she would leave their cage even though he was usually angry and cold to her.

Because her songs spoke to her with love, the songbird decided not to give up any more of her life trying to make him happy.

It was her music that gave the songbird strength and courage. She might have been terrified, but she sang loudly and strongly with determination as she opened up her cage door to leave.

And she knew that without her songs, she might never have been able to fly away.

She breathlessly flew from the cage she had been in for most of her life.

Her safest destination was a temporary stop at the empty cage where her life began. She knew it would ease her terror because it was familiar. Even though her parents were gone, she still felt their presence.

Sadly, not long after freeing herself the songbird became ill. She found it ironic that just when she set herself free, she lost her strength to fly.

Her wings were broken and she could not see well. Her small cage became a soft nest where she rested so she could heal. During her darkest moments, she thought it was her destiny was to live in a cage for the rest of her life.

But music was her freedom. She never stopped singing and her songs became her prayers.

With her songs she flew; each one gave her wings. Her heart soared with the gentle melodies and words that God  sent to heal her.

As she prayed for healing in her tiny cage, she continued to dream of flying so she could share her beautiful songs all over the world.

She just knew that someday she would soar freely with joy and never live in a cage again.

One Humming bird

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I’M THANKFUL FOR LIFE

This was the room where I serenaded Sandra in December of 2013.

This was the room where I serenaded Sandra in December of 2013.

At this time I want to acknowledge a wonderful woman named Sandra Blake Callahan.

I became friends with Sandra as a result of reading her blog and she has been very supportive of my writing. She usually comments on every one of my blog posts and her comments always resonate with such wisdom and kindness.

Sandra is terminally ill with end-stage congestive heart failure. She has outlived her doctor’s expectations. Last December, I took a trip to Yosemite in the wintertime just so I could meet her and her wonderful husband, Chris.

I am so blessed to have such a special friend and Sandra’s words will live on for me long after she has left this Earth.

My post title expressing thankfulness to be alive is the very first line of lyrics from my most recent song named “Wonder Why.”

But thankfulness to be alive is best expressed by Sandra. Recently, she wrote a post that I found profound. It was so beautiful that I felt every person in the world could benefit from reading it. Her post was called “The First Time.”

I left a comment expressing those feelings and she replied:

I don’t know about everyone reading this but I am so grateful that it has meaning for you! I admire your ability to love others when you are suffering on so many levels yourself. Sending you love and big warm hugs, my friend:)

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A week ago, I wrote a post about my desire to be a speaker. I was so disappointed that I felt I couldn’t actually do it because of my eye problems. I treasured the comment Sandra left me. It was so touching that it warrants recognition.

Blake's comment

I do believe you have a lot to share; a message that will touch many hearts. I also agree with the speaker when he says that waiting for something to be perfect will not lead you to the ultimate goal if that is what you want. I am sure there are artists that would find it motivating to hear how you turned your art into a living. Is that what you want to share?

Things are still a bit raw to start telling other’s how to survive the things you have. Maybe others need to hear how to listen to their own voice and sing the pain as often as it takes.

I know you are going to awaken one day and say this is what I want to say and what I needed to hear when there was no one else saying it.

You started years ago. If it takes years, then that is what it takes. Too many people want to say: “Here are 3 easy steps to healing from the loss of a child, marriage or parents. Or, write songs in 3 easy lessons.”

What people need to hear is this may be a lifetime journey and if so … then so be it.

You will decide when you are ready and we will be waiting.

Guitar with Butterflies

Oh Sandra, every time you write to me I feel as if you’ve been a close friend all my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am not passionate about art, so that is not what I really want to speak about.

Yes, things are still quite raw for me to tell others how to survive anything when I am in survival mode at this moment. I think you are so right that I simply have to listen to my own voice and sing my pain as often as it takes.

When I wake up and decide what I needed to hear at my lowest moments, it won’t be because no one said it.

I believe it will be your words. You have said what I needed to hear and I am listening! When I am ready, perhaps you will be gone, but never gone from my heart.

Wherever you are, I will know that you are waiting, listening and shining a light for me.

Flowers-Orchid Spray

Links to my stories about meeting Sandra in Yosemite:

#394 MY SOUL I WOULD RESTORE – PART 1

#395 YOU UPLIFT, YOU ARE MY GIFT

#396 MY SOUL I WOULD RESTORE – PART 2

(Clicking on the post title “The First Time” is a link to Sandra’s blog)

THE FIRST TIME

May 29, 2014 at 12:16 pm

Do you remember the first time you were surprised and delighted? How about the last time? When we were young, the simplest event gave us delight. We didn’t need anything major to bring a smile to our face. Of course, as we got older and more distracted those smaller pleasures may have gone unnoticed.

Last night as the angina pain ebbed and flowed, I wanted to take stock of all the truly wonderful things I am grateful for that make me smile. In the past, this exercise has helped me focus outside of my body and it worked well enough last night. It allowed me to go to bed and actually sleep. Just before I dozed off, I couldn’t help but smile thinking how wonderful my life is now.

As I opened my eyes this morning I was a bit surprised, but very delighted! That feeling of life, taking a few moments to listen to the world around me and to my own beating heart. I can only say that for me this continues to be my miracle. There is no reason for me to still be opening my eyes given the “odds” against it. Rather than question or worry about time running out, I choose to appreciate this gift.

Together we, like so many others, just try to make the most out of each day. There are a huge number of people who live mindfully. I was just blessed with this lesson at an early age. Though I kept it quiet for too many years, I now appreciate the freedom to express how delightful I find life.

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