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I SING FROM MY HEART, PART 2

Lastly, I’ve said this before, and I cringe as I say it again. But it is so true for me. Singing is as intimate as kissing to me. My intimate thoughts and feelings are channeled right from my mouth into the listener’s ears. This truth has become even clearer when my breath and lip noises can be heard on recordings! Being honest comes easily for me. I used to hate hearing my recorded voice. With honesty, I can share that I love the sound of my voice now. Continue reading

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IN QUIET SHADE OF SYCAMORES

Foraging was definitely a slower pace than simply hiking. Carol shared with Joni and a lot of her knowledge. There were many kinds of “greens” and certain ones were older and bitterer, even if they were edible. Here were the plants that we gathered to create the most unbelievably, delicious salad: Miner’s Lettuce, Chickweed, Sow Thistle, Dandelion, Mustard, and Fennel. I have to be honest; I was wary at first. Would the fennel impart a taste strong enough to make the salad taste like licorice? Would mustard greens be bitter? My wariness melted away with each bite. The greens were juicy, sweet, and flavorful. Continue reading

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SOMEHOW I’M STILL PLAYING

There was certain, young man who I noticed was definitely connecting with my songs. He said, “You might have reached millions of people with your beautiful songs when you were younger, but it wouldn’t have been the same. Your life experience is what makes your songs so touching. Instead of reaching a million people, you could have a great impact on a few and change lives.” I stepped into the night air, and a vision came over me. I was playing my music for a lot of people on a large stage.
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FINDING THE LAUGHTER

For many years, humor was absent from my life. As I’ve healed from grief, I’ve learned how humor is a wonderful, coping mechanism. With my transformation last year, I‘ve found that even when I’m sad I still see so many things to laugh about every day. When I first began my blog, I often wrote about my daily life in a humorous way. It’s gotten harder for me to do that since my children don’t want me to write anything about them anymore. That has left me with only my pets to write about!
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