When I was in my twenties, a friend informed me that I was the most driven person she had ever met. Certainly knocking on doors until one opened, was a specialty of mine. It worked. But many times when better opportunities appeared seemingly out of nowhere, I wasn’t able to make use of them. I was too busy following through with responsibilities resulting from the determination to make things happen. At some point, another friend told me that when things just come to you, you know it is the will of divine energy. Now, I try to stay in conscious contact with Spirit. Often, I sit quietly and listen to hear if I need to take any action. Being an “action kind of gal”, it requires great patience on my part to remain still until I’m told to do something. However, “cooling my tools” is resulting in improved progress with much greater joy and ease. My mission to share the inspirational songs that have come to me, is laced with gifts like a website in trade, free professional photos/studio time/videos shoots, plus gigs that seem to drop from nowhere. Currently, I have been invited to record my latest song, “Heaven Is in The Heart”, with the one and only Sandy Stone. I will also be doing a live debut performance of “Heaven Is in The Heart” at a mini-retreat presented by beloved teacher and healer, Master Khaleghl Quinn, on Sept. 23 at the beautiful Hillside Swedenborgian Sanctuary in Albany. An informal video of my new song will then be released on YouTube, and the audio recording will follow soon after. Ahh-h-h-h… It’s amazingly good on the other side of the door. I don’t have to knock. I just listen, and answer.
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