tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789950871430982292024-12-18T19:29:25.917-08:00Lots of fun stuff that appeals to your soulDawnyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11972317156555709797noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978995087143098229.post-52066153124243893222011-08-31T13:39:00.000-07:002011-08-31T13:39:27.277-07:00

Fiddle Camp So this summer I signed up for fiddle camp. The invitation came via Facebook, inviting youth thru adults who had never played, never even held a violin. Perfect description of my skill level. A week-long class, three hours a day, should help me decide if this is something I want to pursue. I signed up. August 1-5, I was to be immersed in the fine art of fiddle playing. Day One:

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Everyone has one. In it goes all the odds and ends, the tidbits that lack another logical home, and glimpses of our lives, habits, where we’ve been and what we’ve done. I speak, of course, of the Junk Drawer. What’s in yours? What story does it tell? One glance in my Junk Drawer tells much of my tale. It is neat and orderly, which seems oxymoronical for a Junk Drawer. You’ll see expired ski

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I am one of the lucky people. I have a few good friends who see me, the true me. Through their eyes I am more than I ever imagined. They look at me and see a woman who can sing. Who can write songs. Who is a true and dedicated friend. Who is fun (who, me?). Who is carefree. Who makes them laugh. Who is compassionate. Who listens. There must be something wrong with their vision! I spend most of

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Earlier this week, we had a couple of traveling, performing songwriters couch surf with us. Our town is one of several stops they will make on their winter tour. They were playing at one of our favorite watering holes, Eichardt’s. We stopped in to introduce ourselves, and to listen for a while. Burke, stage name Church Mouse, writes and performs tunes of a darker nature. He uses two vocal mics

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We all have our stories. Stories we love to tell from our life’s book. Some stories grow old, or maybe our lesson is learned, so we no longer need to retell them. Those are closed chapters. Others always seem fresh. They bring up certain welcome thoughts or feelings no matter how many times or years in the telling.My new friend Robyn told me one of her stories last week. I will share it here in

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I voted today. My polling place is an elementary school. I showed up a few minutes before 8 AM, early, so I waited in my car, reading and watching kids walking down the sidewalks to school. It has been raining in Sandpoint. Of course it’s been raining in Sandpoint. It’s fall. It’s always raining in Sandpoint. There was a good supply of puddles in the uneven sidewalks. That’s another given in

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Vote for us!: "Vote for us!" If you like Dawnya's songs, please vote for her using the link above. The winner of this contest will open for the Bangles.

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Dawnya is featured on Harmonium on Women's Radio this month. Listen *Live* as WomensRadio broadcasts the finest Independent Female Musicians in every style & genre, from all around the world.

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This month's free download is the title track from my album Walking on Water. The song is about remembering your greatness, all you can do! Feel free to share the link/download with your friends. Snippet of the lyrics: Woke up this morning Went for a walk Surprised myself When I walked off the dock Even more surprised I didn't sink Not sure what happened Not sure what to think And now

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I am a procrastinator. There, I said it. No taking it back. Webster’s dictionary says procrastination is to postpone something you dread. Here’s the silly part, I procrastinate doing the things I truly enjoy – writing, performing, singing – which makes no sense. If I’m going to put off the things I love, why can’t I procrastinate eating potato chips? These things I enjoy so much (yet delay

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I had a great “people” day last Thursday. First, I was invited to meet the members of a public affairs firm in Spokane The meeting was the result of a couple of e-mails I sent off to somebody I didn’t know, who called me back, invited me to his house and whom, I’m sure, will become a good friend. He saw something in my e-mail that said we might help people by working together. I left the

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Friday I walked over to the post office to send off the Soul Appeal Records entries to the Grammy’s. I’m pretty sure my feet weren’t touching the ground. It’s just plain fun to throw your songs into the music industry hat, see what happens. Once posted, I headed back to the office via a different route, this one in front of the Daily Bee (our local newspaper), where there was apparently a “yard

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I just got back from camping at the St. Joe River in North Idaho. Note to self: An air mattress, with two people, just doesn’t cut it. If Tim moved at all, I mean if the guy breathed, it caused a ruckus on my side. I had to hold on for dear life to stay on board. Must have been the same for him because when I suggested separate mats next time, he said, “maybe separate tents.” Looks like the

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Living in Sandpoint, Idaho has it upsides - beautiful views, sparkling water, sailing, fishing, and skiing. And it downsides - it’s 6 hours to Seattle, 8 hours to Portland, the closest cities with Trader Joe’s stores. Consequently, when any of our friends make those trips, we all send along a list for cheese, crackers, wine, nuts, and other favorite TJ’s items. It also means we have a couple of

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This has been a long spring. The rain started in March and stopped less than 2 weeks ago. All the outdoor work I usually have done by Memorial Day is getting done now … and there is a lot of it. Every spare minute I’m out there power washing decks, pulling weeds, mulching, touching up paint, mowing, trimming trees … well, you get the idea. I usually look forward to this work, but that is when

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I have a good friend, Dee, who called her neighbor, Rae, who is getting married in a few weeks. Dee called to offer the use of her stunning home as a place to host wedding guests. (Rae’s wedding is in her yard and it is way off the beaten path). Seems Dee was going to be out of town during the wedding and thought Rae might just need some extra rooms and possibly refrigerator space after the

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Dawnya and I participate in Couch Surfing. You may know about it. It's worldwide. Basically, we go stay with strangers and they come and stay with us. During the day or two you spend together, you've shared meals, swapped stories, and usually you end up with new friends or at least having learned something new. We had a new friend from Wisconsin stay with us last weekend. Turns out she has a

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Modine, the large, grey cat I belong to, never says meow. He sticks with the first syllable, me. Me, me, me. That’s all he ever says. No apologies, uh uh. Most of us see that as selfish, maybe even bordering on rude. We were raised to think of others, to give, to focus out. Well, yes, that’s true. But I’ve been spying on Modine, and I think he’s onto something. When he is tired, he sleeps.

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What do people fear most? Criticism. Put another way, blame. In his book, If God Stops Working, James Dale forwards the theory that many concepts of (G)od were created in order to have someone to blame for the mishaps and tragedies that we can’t logically explain or don’t want to accept. I think he’s right. People want a reason. Who can be held responsible when things don’t go as planned?

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Today I previewed Kevin Hall’s new book, Aspire. I admit that, coming on the heels of more than 20 self-help, I can be anything I want type-books, my enthusiasm and attitude were a little limp. I mean sheesh, I’m living in the now, the secret is no longer a secret, and I can meditate and mantra right along with the best of them. I’m not making fun of anything here, except for the fact that when

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A while back, a group of friends and I were discussing our need, not just a want but a passionate need, to do something that matters. To put good into the world. I assumed this need to make a positive contribution was due largely to the age of the folks in the group, all 40+. And, that we were all well into our careers and have had positions, at one time or another, that were for an economic

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I once wrote a quote which, at the time, I thought to be brilliant and unique, Be More, Don't Have More. OK, so it might need a little polishing but you can see where I was going, right?Years later, I stumbled across a wonderful book (that had been written years before my clever quote) called Creative Visualization by Shakti Gawain. She said, "being, doing and having are like a triangle where

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Soul Appeal, which is launching soon, will be loaded with lots of fun stuff that appeals to your soul. Music, stories, photos, videos, and any other tidbits or recommendations we think will bring something good to your life.If you have come across something you would like us to share at Soul Appeal, shoot an e-mail to dee@soulappeal.comBe seeing you soon,The Soul Appeal folks

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