~Janet’s Blog
Do you have favorite memories that you love looking back on? The kind that just warm your heart? Have you ever noticed that some of the most special warm fuzzy moments are the ones you made as a kid? Remarkable moments?
Seriously, just stop and remember. What memories give you warm fuzzies inside? My bet is these memories happened while you were with someone. This moment was special and made its home in your heart because someone special was with you. It’s a special place you can visit whenever you want inside your heart.
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~Janet’s Blog
…or Perseverance Isn’t For Sissies
I must admit that when I prayed to God for perseverance, I meant,
“God please just give me what I want now!”
Yes, it’s true! I really wanted the journey to end sooner than later and get to the finish line faster. You know…to have the pace picked up by God, not by me.
Why? Because this year has been brutal emotionally, physically, and mentally. (more…)
CHANGE is here. Boy is it ever!
~JANET’S BLOG
Change, sometimes the unwelcome visitor, turns our world upside down and hurls us out of our comfort zone.
Change, even when it is invited, still shakes us up and causes stress.
Our family has been anticipating and is now going through significant changes. The greatest, most impactful change has been having our one and only child, a daughter, whom we were never supposed to have in the first place, move out of our house and into her college dorm room. (more…)
~Janet’s Blog
Songs Are Memories
Every song on all of my CDs represents a moment in my life. Experiences that have made an impact on me that were important enough to put on paper and partner with a tune.
After experiencing a great sense of accomplishment producing my first two CDs (Strings Attached and Up & Strumming), I felt a tug to write some blues. I have always loved the blues. I was about 9 years old when I was introduced to the song, Stormy Monday. I fell in love with it immediately. I sang it all the time at home and at Girl Scout camp-outs. Whether people were listening or not I just loved singing that song over and over. Something about it was different. Something about it resonated with something deep inside of me. Blues spoke a special language. A language I needed to speak to. (more…)
by Joel Lund
Terminal Man
“We’re all terminal, man!” When I was a 25-year old graduate student and had just told a classmate, Dave, that my father was dying from terminal brain cancer, this was his response. Having delivered the message he felt important to share, he turned and walked away. We never spoke again. Apparently my unpleasant news and accompanying vulnerability was unwelcome. Unsettling, even. A day ruiner. He was not happy about dealing with difficult things.
To this day, what is most striking to me about his response is not its abject callousness. Not its utter dearth of compassion. Not even its basic rudeness, as if we had just disagreed about the intrinsic value of a lecture we’d just listened to instead of the imminent demise of my dad. (more…)
