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TUESDAY’S TONE — 4 WEEKS FROM TODAY

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Good day all!

Four weeks from today I will be in the wonderful world of islandology known as Japan. It is with childlike delight that I look forward to my 2nd trip there this year! I have found a home away from home; a place that truly resonates with me on many levels including the spiritual. Japan, specifically the places I visited and performed in, Osaka, Kyoto, Ohara, and Tokyo touched me profoundly. The people that I met and performed for gave me much more than I gave to them. It is truly a gift to return to this place.

The newly designed poster by my friend Kouichi Sugioka, announces the first stop on my tour: LIVE SPOT RAG KYOTO. This marks the first of many DUO performances for guitarist Kazunori Koga and I. We hope to see you there on the 10th of October, Thursday evening in the lovely historic city of Kyoto, the land of 300 temples. How uniquely beautiful it is!

Stay well and stay tuned for my 20th album release of “SKY” coming September 24th, both digitally and on CD!! Go to my page on FaceBook http://facebook.com/jeannenewhallmusic to get your free sneakpeek download from “SKY” on Sunday….all my best,

Jeanne

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TUESDAY’S TONE — MAGIC HOUR

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Good Morning,

I know. It’s not Tuesday, it’s Wednesday. I am late by my own watch for this Tuesday’s Tone, but I was sidetracked for most of the day yesterday and this little piece just wasn’t ready to be popped. Finally it happened about 4am. I started to experience my magic hour. (Just ask Wayne Dyer about waking up at that time)

What I call magic hour is usually that early morning time when I just want to turnover, snuggle in even tighter, and drift back to sleep for the last several precious minutes. Instead, a copiously plotted out play carefully unfolds in my mind. All judgements, worries, and concerns of the day have evaporated during the night. The paper is clean and the pencil (remember those) is sharp.

This morning the centering magic hour thought was how fragile we are. How easily we can break. And, how broken we often can become. Stay with me here for a second, it’s not all that depressing. It’s beautiful. Several examples flooded my mind. Some harsh and mostly painful. Loss is always present: a girlfriend whose recently happily married only son now suddenly announces his divorce. Another kindhearted and devoted father is questioning his lifelong religious values as they pertain to how he raised his 23 year old son. A distant friend stills grieves the day she backed up her car and accidentally maimed the beloved 24 year old family feline resulting in his passing. I was there for that tragedy, thankfully, so I could comfort both my friend and her cat.

Then there is the dear lady I have known and loved for a long time. She is more of a maternal figure, always nurturing and caring and coaxing the best from me. She is slipping away quickly now with a sudden increase in dementia and delusions. But when I examine her situation carefully, I see a lost and lonely soul. She has been abandoned by her three children and six grandchildren, divorced once and widowed two times, and now shunned by most of her friends due to her failing mental health. She is fragile in her exterior toughness. She is broken.

I could go on with endless examples. At some point during our life, it happens. Sometimes even at the very end of our life, even in the last few hours, we realize our softness. Our tenderness. Our acceptance of having walked on broken glass.

That realization is the experience of pure love.

Sending you joy,
Jeanne

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Yarnell Hill Prescott Arizona Fire Tragedy June 30, 2013

Tragedy loss emotional pain accidents that devastate us. Heavy on my mind today.
It is difficult to write about anything except the Yarnell Hill Prescott Arizona fire incident. I know this place well. Nineteen young men have mysteriously had their lives swept away from them by a dangerous fire that became fatal when the wind trapped them inside it’s fury.
My father and his 4 sisters, when they were kids, used to take the back way to northern Arizona, into cooler country by way of Yarnell Hill. I don’t even think there was an Interstate 17 then. Yarnell Hill is steep and winding and breathtaking. It is my favorite drive up into northern Arizona, my home state. In the same area before arriving into Prescott is People’s Valley with acres of horse pasture and clear yellow fields of yarrow for miles. Interestingly, there are few people in People’s Valley. I always wanted to live there.
It is with great sadness for the loss of these brave souls that I devote my day today in silent prayer to these 19. We cannot know why they are gone too soon, but can hold reverence and honor in our hearts for their sacrifice in service to help us all.

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