Such a simmered meditation on what it means to truly feed the soul! Your description of the "ongoing becoming" of rehearsals in a room with a high wooden ceiling is magical, and it's inspiring to hear how you are leaning into your passion and finding your "juice" in the early days.
You mentioned that your original poetry is woven into the music; how does the process of merging spoken word with acoustic rhythm help you map out that "distance traveled" from your early anxieties to your current sense of peace?
I advocate for small churches. I noticed that after-church fellowship wasn't very friendly when it centered on coffee. People grabbed a cup, talked to the same couple of people and walked out the door. We started serving soup with all the tables pushed together. One big table. People sat down to eat soup. They just filled in the empty seats. If people didn't know what to talk about there was always the soup. People started volunteering to bring soup from their different cultures. People started making extra to send home with the seniors. It became central to building community and it tasted good!
Love this, Deborah. Your posts are food for the soul! I especially like your transcendent expression in the photo. It attests to the "going deep" experience of singing with another.
That experience led me and a wonderful man into a recording studio and ultimately to the altar.
Fourteen years later our music still nourishes us, and Alexa will play it anytime just for the asking. (i.e.when I choose to plug "her" in!)
Oh thank you for your words. It means a lot to me. I'm working on another book now and I didn't have much time to do my Substack so I put something together quite quickly yesterday morning I'm glad that it worked.
Such a simmered meditation on what it means to truly feed the soul! Your description of the "ongoing becoming" of rehearsals in a room with a high wooden ceiling is magical, and it's inspiring to hear how you are leaning into your passion and finding your "juice" in the early days.
You mentioned that your original poetry is woven into the music; how does the process of merging spoken word with acoustic rhythm help you map out that "distance traveled" from your early anxieties to your current sense of peace?
Thank you!!
This is sooo beautiful. I would love to feature some of what you have written in my new Substack Magazine - Real Women's Voices 🩷
I would absolutely love that. Let me know how we can make that happen. I've been actually trying to see if I could blog on other people's platforms.
Yay I am so glad it aligns. I will send you a direct message on here next week some time :)
you can write to me - deborahjeanne@gmail.com
I love that “bits of a dream” can go into whatever you’re creating, whether it’s soup, a memoir or novel, a song!
I advocate for small churches. I noticed that after-church fellowship wasn't very friendly when it centered on coffee. People grabbed a cup, talked to the same couple of people and walked out the door. We started serving soup with all the tables pushed together. One big table. People sat down to eat soup. They just filled in the empty seats. If people didn't know what to talk about there was always the soup. People started volunteering to bring soup from their different cultures. People started making extra to send home with the seniors. It became central to building community and it tasted good!
Love this, Deborah. Your posts are food for the soul! I especially like your transcendent expression in the photo. It attests to the "going deep" experience of singing with another.
That experience led me and a wonderful man into a recording studio and ultimately to the altar.
Fourteen years later our music still nourishes us, and Alexa will play it anytime just for the asking. (i.e.when I choose to plug "her" in!)
Oh thank you for your words. It means a lot to me. I'm working on another book now and I didn't have much time to do my Substack so I put something together quite quickly yesterday morning I'm glad that it worked.