Music

Singing Down Memory Lane …
I tell my grandson I was once young – he chuckles. We’re driving down the road and I ask him to pick an album on the ipod for us to listen to. He presses the button and out of the speakers comes a voice I remember … the voice of my thirties … the voice of the transformation of a lifetime … the voice of the Metamorphosis of a Nature’s Girl Skinny Dippin’ in a Hurricane …

Metamorphosis-CD-Jennifer-SweeteMetamorphosis – transformation in four-part harmony … affirmations in song … how to spend an inheritance in eight short months in a recording studio … driving home from an all-night recording session at four in the morning with Orion to guide me … melting in a cocoon while living a double life … recording a dream in musical notes … choosing integrity over the casting couch industry … trying to hang onto sanity while burying a brother … identity crisis becoming a blessing … starting with a blank canvas … unlocking the door to an empty room waiting to be filled with an unknown future … buying walkmans (yes, walkmans – google it) for my children to spare them my hundreds of practice hours on the piano and violin … learning how to work a drum machine … giving myself permission to believe in a lifelong dream … giving myself permission to stop believing in a lifelong dream … forgiving an old life in exchange for living a new life … learning to meditate for the first time … learning not to take constructive criticism personally … learning to walk my talk … putting on my Gossamer Wings and stepping onto the Red Road …

Natures-Girl-CD-Jennifer-SweeteNature’s Girl – party in the Bahamas in between a third degree sunburn and a huff-and-puff-and-blow-your-house-down hurricane … memories of playing with dolphins in turquoise water, a mama dolphin bringing her nursing pup to circle me together in a dizzying swirl of love and peace that would heal even the most broken heart … watching the hilarious looks from passerbys while strolling the island marketplace screeching loudly to Alanis Morissettes’s Jagged Little Pill with my ipod headphones on … winning the limbo contest during the Friday night reggae-rave being held in the middle of the main road … a particular spaghetti dinner party on the yacht that included several boxes of cheap Chardonnay and laughter that bordered on hysteria and several changes of underwear … something about whipped cream and toes in the kitchen during the clean-up phase … leaving the starry-eyed yacht captain on the dock and flying back to the Rockies with a song in my head about a girl that never wanted to leave the islands … de-boarding the plane in a state of shock – you know how when your body gets used to being warm and a bikini is your full-time attire and then you step into a zero degree wind streaking snowflakes disguised as armor-piercing ice darts at your bare, sunburned face … the discovery that, yes, it’s true, I am a Nature’s Girl …

Skinny-Dippin-in-a-Hurricane-CD-Jennifer-SweeteSkinny Dippin’ In a Hurricane – story of my life summed up in an album title named by my mother … composed for all the beaten, bruised and battered women in the world ever to feel disempowered, lost and alone … the mistakes we’ve made, the pain we’ve endured, the hurt we’ve dragged ourselves and the people that truly love us through … the truth, the lies, the godless places and people we’ve seen and been … the shame, the blame, the whole rigged game … the tears and fears and years that scar our faces, bodies, and souls … AND FINALLY, the rebirth of our inner strength, hope, and faith … like the commanding sword in the hand of the Lady in the Lake – rising to a new day, a new life … the breath of a new beginning within and without … patience and fortitude, new direction, clear perspective … owning up … written, recorded, released, and publicized for Domestic Violence Awareness Week in Denver, Colorado … seven bands together for a benefit concert to raise awareness, financial support, food, clothing, and hope for those brave, beautiful women and children on the stairway to freedom … what a life, what a time, what a renewal, what a lesson … on the chess board of life, the piece with the most power has the most to lose … long live the Queen …

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