Roots and Wings: Importance of Peripheral View

I am an advocate of intentional planning to be sure, but certain excellent experiences lurked in my periphery. I heard this idea put into words recently.

Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, you won’t see the shiny thing out of the corner of your eye. ~ Tim Minchen

A few such times come to mind in my life. One was modeling with my mare, Roses Casino, for Lakota Trailers billboard and (2008,2009) product catalog, going turtle feeling(don’t ask), and making a Christmas CD as the lead singer. These were never life long goals of mine. I wonder if that is why the Lord often shows us the next step and not the whole journey? To be certain, I had already developed basic skills allowing me to be ready for these events. With a bit of coaching, I enjoyed them to them to the fullest!!

Justified and the making of a Christmas CD

Deciding on the songs

All three of us, Sheila, my Mom and myself, spend many hours deciding on songs for the CD.  One of us would suggest and if it did not pass for the other two or if it was going to take too much time to learn we scratched it! If my memory serves me correct, the list was never finalized until the recording began.  I think we had 12 songs picked out and ended up with 10.

Practice, Practice, Practice! 

We would get together for a few hours and practice 1 or 2 times a week.  My Mother often made a 3 hour round trip for our practice.  To save on gas and time she would spend the night at Sheila’s house or mine.  I look back on that time with warm feelings of the fun we all had.

 

In the Studio…

Laying the basic track with basic vocal.  I sang lead vocal while the basic instruments were recorded, guitar, drums, bass, and some keyboard.  My vocals were later scraped, or dubbed over for my actual vocals on the CD.

Adding the vocals to the basic track.  I did most of the lead. On some songs, we featured my Mom’s wonderful soprano, and Sheila’s beautiful voice.  I learned harmony lines in parts of Silent Night, Down From His Glory, and O Holy Night.  I think Sheila and my Mom probably reached deep for the patience to teach me those lines.   Remember I had spent the last 30 years focused on horses, not music.  I did learn.  Between their coaching and taking fiddle lessons, I am beginning to develop my ear.

Instrument fills when recording songs allow for ones artistic side to fully express itself.  My Mom and Sheila were not newbies in the studio like me.  They had a definite ideas about what they wanted where.  By the time we were done with the CD I had even voiced a few thoughts as to what I was hearing as well.  How fun to find a new way to express my artistic side.

Sheila worked in the studio we recorded in. She led us as the project manager and edited the CD with input from my Mother.  The mixing and producing credits appear on the CD.

Ordering CD’s

We opted to order the CDs from a company in Texas.  An early winter storm brought shipping to a stand still.  A consequent delay of 3 to 4 weeks left less than 2 weeks until Christmas when we finally received our CD’s to sell.  We did eventually have them. I recall my excitement!

Summery

This particular project signifies my musical roots. I did not dream of being a lead singer on a CD as a child.  While I have always loved music I did not believe it to even be up for consideration until the year it happened. My mother, on the other hand, had been offered a place in the Nashville scene with her sisters as a late teen. (They declined.) I grew up in the shadow of regret for her dream that got away. The time spent while working on this project with my mother allowed me to connect with her and see her musical gift brought into fruition once again. For me, I woke up to a part of me that never had enough of my attention.

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Shiny Spots in my Peripheral View

I have to ask, what is lurking in my periphery now? What is lurking in yours?

Roots and Wings: Seasons

Transitions in my life proved difficult for me.  Truthfully, only in the last four or five years was I even conscious I struggled when faced with change.   Any changes happening out of my control I seemed to temporarily lose my way. In addition, I have noticed myself avoiding certain decisions for the changes they would bring.  Feels easier to stay in my comfort zone.  The recent health struggles I have faced made it difficult and not in my best interest to continue the path I was on.

Have you ever had a skill set that was no longer an option to use?  I had the privilege of riding with my 10-year-old niece on the foothills of the Canadian Rockies.  I rode a horse that acted ‘green’.  For those of you that are unfamiliar with that term, that represents the opposite of a quiet, broke horse.  A ‘green’ horse is one a skilled or experienced rider would be able to handle.  He was over all good but I forgot he was ‘green’ pulled my leg up fast to fix the bottom of my pant leg.  The quick unexpected movement startled him and sent him sideways.  Not bragging but sharing an example…I never lost my seat, shortened my reins as we were going sideways, and settled him down.  I have some skills when it comes to staying on the back of a horse.  I can be and have been dumped with the best of them too. Ha! Ha!

As for seasons of change,  while I can still stay on the back of a horse, fatigued adrenal glands leave me feeling exhausted after a short one or two-hour ride.  On top of feeling tired, I run the risk of adrenal crisis if the cortisol levels get too low.  I do still make cortisol on a daily basis and I am thankful for that.  I find myself feeling weak and tiring easier as blood work shows I do not make the extra in times of crisis.  Seems one needs that extra when dealing with an unruly horse or certain aspects of training and riding.  Changes…I have the skills but it is not in my best interest to use them, at least for the current time frame.  Seasons of change that open doors of unplanned opportunity are hard to see looking backward.

There is beauty in different seasons.  Growing up in southern Michigan we enjoyed spring, summer, fall, and winter.  Each one can be enjoyed, but in different ways.  Seasons require me to let go before as I move on to the next.  We do not walk around in winter clothing during summer months, right?  Even animals change with the seasons, loosing a summer coat and growing a winter coat.  Do you know what I like best about the changing of seasons? Knowing as long as the Earth exists, a season will come around again.  Why not enjoy the one I am in?

No two seasons are exactly alike.  As humans we look for similarities documenting weather patterns, but the truth is no two are exactly alike.  The Creator demonstrates His diversity.  One can never go back, but I can look forward to how the previous season presents itself the next time around.  Uniqueness abounds and who am I to bulk at that?

The last few years feel like a chicken molting.  Their feathers fall out and they look pretty ugly until the new ones grow in.  Seasons of change have produced the beginning of this homesteading journey.  I believe there are other feathers growing in too, yet to be discovered.  Stick around for the details….

 

Roots and Wings: Music

Beginnings

I believe my love of music began before birth in part passed on genetically.  I traveled in utero when my mom sang in prisons with the Gospel Echos.  As a baby I continued to spent time on the bus rides.  I grew up in a church that sang four part acepella.  As I grew I sang in our junior choir.  Although I did not see it as such at the time, I was given the opportunity to take piano lessons.  I remember sitting at the piano and looking out the window to see my pony.  I could hardly concentrate on what was in front of me.  On that pony, I felt free and could get away from everyone.  Aside from occasionally picking up a guitar, which was my instrument of choice at that time, my focus stayed with the horses.

With eight siblings, behaving like they were the main characters of Saturday Night Live, my mother’s family sang songs of old in beautiful sibling harmonies.  At times accompanied by a guitar,  they would all join in or pair off for special songs.  There were the duets by Mel and Christ, the brothers. Christ and Leah brought the Swiss songs complete with yodeling.  ( I have heard a great rendition by their grandson and his wife in recent years).  Last but not least, was The Hoosieretts, the 3 youngest sisters, one of which was my mom.

The Hoosieretts

My father sang in a gospel quartet for a couple of years.  Attending practice, performances, and studio recording sessions with him as a part of The Good Shepherds Quartet  gave me a look at what happens behind the scenes.

Experience

In high school as part of the FFA, I paired up with a friend and we sang in a few competitions.  The biggest scariest audience was in a small auditorium(not the main one) at the state level.  Being front and center felt nerve-racking to me.

Most of my singing after high school happened in church services and on the back of a horse as I conditioned or trained for whatever event I was aiming toward.  I often entertained myself singing as I cleaned stalls or any other outdoor activity.  I remember making up part of a song as I exercised a specific Thoroughbred race horse, Running from Rosie.

When the occasion presented itself, I would gather with friends and we would have our own jam sessions.  We all moved on in life after a season. At summer gatherings a cousin who lived several hours away decided to put a second harmony to my Moms with me singing lead.   A fun way to spend a few hours together once or twice a year.

Learning of local gospel jam sessions open to the public, my mom and I began attending.  Here, we met Sheila and the three of us began singing together.  She knew more local events to attend.  Through her we practiced and made plans to sing as a part of the Bremen Holy Walk.  For what ever reason, our Christmas songs came together best.  Naturally, when we decided to make a CD Christmas music became the focal point.  As we prepared for recording, I developed the desire to learn to play a fiddle.

Narrowing down 10 songs we were the best at and all agreed on, we entered the studio and the process began.  The time spent creating all aspects of the CD was an education in itself, for me.  I loved every part of it!

Beats that Matter… of music and heart!

 

Roots and Wings

 

I have spent more of my life soaring around if you will.  I realized in the last couple years I have been gradually growing roots.  This land I have been living on has been my home for 9 years.  Prior record for living in one spot was 3 years. I moved 15 times in 16yrs.

Today I was reminded how these roots started growing long before they were planted. Like a sweet potato or a grape vine has the ability to grow roots in water, my desire for all things country began as a child.  I grew up loving to be full of movement, and the fresh air brought peace to my soul.  Caring for animals was a large part of my life at an early age.  I have realized that it simply does not come natural for me to harvest, kill, cull and animal.  I can and I have, but it feels like a round peg being shoved in a square hole.  I am all about eating meat and better yet meat that I know how it was raised.  But the actual act of taking a life makes my heart cringe.  I enjoy the gutting, skinning and dissecting of parts into cuts of meat. But the taking of life leaves me feeling down.  I want to give, nurture, care for and bless others.  My aunt told me a story today of how I could not stand the idea of killing a mole in her yard when I was a little girl.   I guess I was quite upset over the issue and my Moms response at the time?  Oh she cannot stand killing anything not even a fly.  I believe God created me for a specific purpose, perfect in design.  I love these little titbits into the little girl.  I am looking at roots for who I was created to be…before all the lies, hurts and disappointments.

I was reminded of how different my world was as child, who I was as a little girl watching old family videos. I have lost her somewhere. From time to time I have seen a glimpse of her when running on a sand bar in a low area of the Yellow River with a 6 yr old girl, or giving a 3 yr old a short bareback ride on McCoy and seeing her determined little face that she would keep her balance and stay with that horse when it moved even if it scared her a little. Recently via an old family video, I actually saw her running around in her aunt’s yard and sitting on a metal swing with her sister, being pushed by her aunt and mother.  I had to ask myself….what happened to her?  At what point did she become someone who wanted to give up?  Who felt defeated and hopeless?  Who recently wrote…I let people down and I am always late?  Who feels overwhelmed and like she is not enough?  What kind of lies has she bought into that led to this shift?  More accurately is the defeat and hopeless beliefs what she focused her energy on?  Cause they were always lurking in the little girl.  Where did 30 years go?

I have flown when adventure called

I have soared when I wanted to fall

I have tripped when I misunderstood

Wanting, longing if only u would

I seen what I wanted to see

Truth was not what I wanted it to be.

Inspired by King Solomon I prayed for wisdom as a child

I found parts of mine after living in the wild

My desire to grow keeps burning in my heart

I am a seed planted, Growing roots …..a start!

 

Follow along via this blog as I discover the layers of the heart of a country girl and build a homestead lifestyle.