Singer. Song-Artist. Poet.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Singer. Song-Artist. Poet.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Heatherlyn and her rhythm section will play a variety of her songs, old and new.
If you'd like to scope out Menomonie in a more informal setting or just come hang out with us,
Mabel Tainter Concert [Thurs. March 7th] Tickets available now --> http://www.mabeltainter.org/event.phtml/9CF8AA45/heatherlyn
Thursday, January 17, 2013
After I began studying piano again this past year, my love for the instrument was renewed and I enthusiastically grew in my practice. But I had an unusual amount of physical pain, pain that I intuitively sensed was deeper than physical pain and more than my muscles simply adjusting to the new practice regimen.
The body hurting as it was, was a manifestation of painful memories attached to this instrument. They were surfacing -- ready to be healed and released. I wondered what my next step would be.
One morning, direction came unexpectedly through an On Being podcast which suddenly and accidentally began playing on my laptop. Krista Tippet was interviewing a yoga instructor and I was drawn in by her story and her work with women who have been traumatized. She said something about how the effectiveness of yoga is in it's invitation to breath into the places that carry tension and to *move*through painful emotions and memories. There was such resonance for me in what she shared that I knew it was my time to begin my own yoga practice, as I had suspected I would at some point in my life.
I had been acquainted with Shelley for some time and had been aware of her launching and curate-ing the Yoga Sanctuary in Minneapolis. It finally clicked for me. I knew I had to check out what's happening there and I've been practicing ever since.
I'm so grateful for my caring community at the Sanctuary and I'm grateful for the expressions of yogi thought that Shelley has shared with us: reminders of compassion, non-judgment and vital breath, for example. She emanates these principles in her presence and guiding reflections. I'm grateful for the affirmation of these values within my whole being and their cultivation in practice. Compassion and non-judgment are so what my healing journey requires. The intentional breathe and movement ease, soothe and strengthen my body; releasing strain and stress as the simultaneous mental focus helps me to release the mental, psychological and spiritual pain as well - opening my heart to wholeness.
Shelley has invited me to consider putting together some music for yoga and eventually play LIVE during a class at the Sanctuary. She's planted a seed and inspired me with some of the poetry she's read at the end of our sessions together. I'm excited about the possibilities! As I continue to grow in my own yoga practice, I have begun to write songs for prayer and meditation and I'm so looking forward to sharing those songs with you all in the coming year!
With gratitude for a gracious teacher with an open heart and for the whole community as we care for and teach each other...
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Many of you know Put On Your Climbing Shoes [PLAY SONG] was inspired by Dr. Martin Luther King's Mountaintop speech which he delivered in Memphis the day before he was assassinated. Our last day in town, we visited The Civil Rights Museum at the Lorraine Hotel where that tragedy occured on April 4, 1968. Upon entering, we began by following a timeline with a summary of events along the age-old struggle for freedom, human dignity and equality, beginning with the 1600s, slavery, the Civil War and the Emancipation Proclamation...AM A MAN." The Witness: From the Balcony of Room 306, which is from the perspective of his friend and compatriate Rev. Samuel "Billy" Kiles. In the film, Kiles describes what it was like to spend King's last hour with him and to be there in the moment of the shooting.
We learned from Kiles that the Mountaintop speech almost didn't happen. The night was stormy and Dr. King wasn't even going to go to the temple for the rally. But when Abernathy and Kiles entered and the packed crowd cheered, they knew the people were expecting King. They called him over and admist the banging of shudders from the great gusty winds, he delivered his impassioned, assuring call toward the "promised land" together. He talked quite a lot about death that night. Though he said "I *may* not get there with you...", he seemed to have a deep knowing that his time was nearing. So many death threats had been coming against him that he began to ask his friends to stop telling him about them.
We also spent time in this gorgeous space with quite a story of it's own. It's incredible to hear how a grave and tragic death animated and stirred new life, fervent action, even change:
It was pretty cool to have the chance to share Put On Your Climbing Shoes here with a few hundred folks who all, in some way or another, care about the connection and intersection of peoples, who are interested in being a part of the movements of reconciliation, restoration, justice, mercy and humility.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
We've been on the road since Decemeber 20th and a twindge of homesickness came over me just as we began this last leg of the trip. After culminating two beautifully rich and full weeks in the region of my origin, giving emotional farewells and then after sleeping (sort of) in our little vehicle and driving who-knows-how-many hours toward our next destination south, I began to feel weary.
I miss my cats and my kitchen and our bed. Everywhere we've stayed so far with wonderfully hospitable family and friends who've had sweet, adorable pets, either fluffy cats or friendly-giant-type dogs and comfy places for us to sleep. One of my favorite parts of this trip was having the chance to cook delicious and nourishing meals for and with my mom who wants to find more tasty ways to eat healthy. Everywhere we go, I always bring my favorite spices for those chances I get to cook our favorite meals and so I can add cinnamon to my coffee in the morning for that sip of home. My laptop desktop has an image of Sammy, my cat at home who sits at my desk with me every morning to write morning pages.
We've slept in our vehicle a coupletimes (even though we don't have the van with the futon this trip) because sometimes it's too much of a hassle and too time-consuming to check into a hotel when you're making a 20+ hour drive. Occassionally, I can get comfortable and sleep plenty, but two night's ago, I think I slept maybe 3 hours. So last night, we stayed in a hotel to get a good night's sleep, workout and wash up. This was very good choice and I'm grateful we had the option.
For meals, it's a combination of Larabars, baby carrots, banans, nuts and so on; occassionally oatmeal from Starbucks and last night I was able to put a huge Subway veggie salad in a good sprouted whole grain Ezekiel wrap along with some Whole Foods hummus - something you can do when you take the salad to go and eat it in your vehicle. A decent meal for one on the road and I felt super grateful.
We're looking forward to our time in Memphis. I'll be sharing music at a conference that I trust will be full of people who care about meaningful community building and the movement of Love in our world. They think about things like the intersection of art, spiritual life and genuine human connection in the midst of our fractured culture and other things that are also important to me and to our work. I'm excited to connectwith people from around to country who'll resonate with the heartbeat of the music and perhaps we'll meet up with potential partners in co-creating meaningful connection and together share the enlivening gift of music.
We're also planning to visit The Civil Rights Museum and with Dr. King as a key influencer in my writing, I couldn't be more thrilled to do this. I plan to go with eyes, mind and heart wide open, ready to write more songs inspired by the story of this great struggle for equality and peace.
I do feel tired this morning as I type at a hotel desk, but I intend to continue on well for these few more days on the road I'll breath a little deeper and express gratitude for all the goodness I can possibly see. Yes, I'll drink coffee but I'll also get in some exercise and personal space to write so I'm not wasting energy on the clutter in my head. I'll look forward to stimulating conversation and new connections. And when we do finally get home, I'll be just as grateful as we begin to further engage and fulfill visions for an abundant 2013!
Thank you for sharing in this road of both bliss and sweat, a little weariness and a lots of wonder! Bests to you and yours this day.