http://www.tupelokenyon.com Personal Development Inspiration and Uplifting Music Fri, 14 Jan 2011 19:48:55 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Notes from Janey . . . (1) A journal - Record the journey, keep up with your self evolution and push open new doors through your writing. (2) A sense of wonder, awe, and Gratitude - Throwing our arms wide each morning, saying "Thank you" is all we need to say. The more gratitude flows ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2011/01/14/top-10-things-to-pack-for-a-spiritual-journey/ Notes from Janey . . . An exhalation, slow and disappointed, comes from behind. I don’t have to turn around to see who it is. I know it’s my long dead grandmother, Reta, watching me beating a pie crust into submission with her ancient wooden rolling pin. Why did she have ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/09/03/spirit-in-the-kitchen/ Notes from Janey . . . When Tupelo’s father was transferred into the hospice, we were told it wouldn’t be long before he’d pass on. We turned toward Texas at 1:00 in the morning after a performance in Arizona to get to his bedside as quickly as we could. The following ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/08/20/the-obvious-secret/ Notes from Janey . . . The other day, Tupelo and I had an errand to do at a local print shop. I sat down and loved on the resident golden retriever while we waited for the quick job to be done. All kinds of sayings covered the walls — mottos ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/08/13/our-golden-touch/ notes from Janey . . . Tupelo and I meet a lot of people. On the nights we perform, we see new faces, shake new hands, talk to new people. Incredible possibilities to meet interesting people, but instead, small talk dominates these evenings because there is just not enough time to ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/08/07/small-talk/ notes from Janey . . . I didn’t grow up in an overly demonstrative family. I don’t remember my parents ever saying to me, “I love you.” But the thing is, I never doubted their love for me. They didn’t have to say it. Instead, they showed me on a daily ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/04/23/love-around-the-edges/ notes from Janey . . . A car passed us one day while Tupelo and I were driving across the southeastern desert of the U.S. in our motorhome, Bailey. As it zoomed by I caught a glimpse of the bumper sticker on its tail end. “Celebrate Diversity,” it read. “Ooh, I ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/04/04/celebrating-our-diversity/ notes from Janey . . . It’s been over 35 years since I flew to Europe by myself in 1973. My travel legs are steadier now. My armor is thicker, my patience packed deeper. I’ve endured much since then. Rank smells, huge bugs in my bed, outdoor meat markets and hordes ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/02/06/the-art-of-traveling/ notes from Janey . . . It’s winter in Wyoming. The mercury in the thermometer has headed south, not to warmer climes but diving below zero into teeth-chattering cold. The clear mountain creek and bare limbed trees out our dining room window have been changing every day. The recent cold plays ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/01/22/167/ Startling observations — a true story. Washington, DC - Metro Station. On a cold January morning in 2007, the man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes ... http://www.tupelokenyon.com/2010/01/11/perception-%e2%80%93-a-social-experiment/