Helpful resources:
We Become What We Think About Song Lyric Video Link
Learn more about the 48 Days Eagles Community
Listen to Earl Nightingale's "The Strangest Secret"
Helpful resources:
We Become What We Think About Song Lyric Video Link
Learn more about the 48 Days Eagles Community
Listen to Earl Nightingale's "The Strangest Secret"
I have been a part of Dan Miller's 48 Days Eagles Community for over two years and the impact it's had on my life is significant.
The most recent development came from a connection I made at an Eagles' event I attended in Franklin, Tennessee, back in April. It was there that I met Isaiah Taylor, a literary scout who learned that I was writing a book about my journey with Christmas. I had been planning to self-publish my story so I wasn't seeking a publisher, but he encouraged me to submit my manuscript to a publisher. I walked away from that conversation feeling somewhat intrigued, and rather doubtful.
One thing led to another...
I was recently (and delightfully) surprised to see a post on Dan Miller's Facebook page that mentioned me and my journey, letting the cat out of the bag. Since I have been racking (and wracking) my brain trying to figure out how to share what's been happening and tell everyone the great news, I felt a sense of relief to have it come from someone else's newsfeed.
I'll let you read the post for yourself:
"For Frances Drost, the journey from dream to reality started in a difficult place—the deaths of two of her siblings. And it took a winding path from a nagging sense of loss to a creative expression of joy and togetherness.
Zinnias, Birds, and Jim Rohn's Wisdom: A Tale of Growth and Grit
I have been growing Zinnias for years. In late summer, (usually September or so), I pluck the deadheads, drying them in the basement during the winter season. In the spring, I pull the petals off the dried heads, separate the petals from the seeds and plant those seeds. Year after year, I have beautiful beds of Zinnias.
But a few years ago, a strange thing occurred. I started noticing that the petals would be stripped bare before I could get to them. One day, after running errands in my van, I pulled in the driveway beside our house and more than a dozen Gold Finches dismounted from my Zinnia patch, taking flight into the air. "Guilty!!" – they seemed to chirp as they flew away. Later, standing by my window, spying on the flowers, I observed the birds pulling the petals off, one by one! I was horrified as I watched them yank the petals with their beaks.
"Aha," I said to myself. "It's the Gold Finches who are stripping the flowers – before I can harvest them." (You must wait until they've dried completely before cutting them from the plant.)
We've had Zinnias and Finches for years and never had this problem.
Each summer, we now have a competition: Frances Versus Gold Finches. If I can harvest the dried blooms before the Finches get them, score! If they get them... well, they rob me of next year's crop.
Today, as I harvested more dried blooms (trying to beat the Finches), I thought about Jim Rohn and his teaching about sowing, reaping, and success, using the story of the birds and the seeds:
When the birds get your seeds, you have two options.
1) Chase the birds.
But when you chase the birds you leave the field which is going to distract from your future.
2) You can just say, "Isn’t that interesting."
If you sow more, you can sow more than the birds can keep up with.
The sower kept on sowing which was a secret to his success.
– Jim Rohn
How tempting it could be to leave the yard and go chase the birds. Instead, I just plant an abundance of seeds, ensuring that some will survive and be successful.
Thursday - Friday, August 3 - 4, 2022 - Recording days
Kirstin and I arrived at the studio around 8:45 AM, with plenty of time to meet our producer/arranger, recording engineer and become familiar with our surroundings and get ready to capture the music.
| At first, we were having trouble remembering all the 'rules'. |
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| What are we going to do next? |
"The opportunity of a lifetime only lasts for the lifetime of the opportunity.
Seize the moment."
– Dave Hess
Dear Kirstin,
I know this week is difficult. After all, it's been exactly one year since we took a big step and hopped in the van to go to Nashville to seize the moment and follow your heart's desire to do a Christmas album. From the moment you suggested the album idea, I was ALL IN!
And we did it. We recorded Midwinter's Gift.
As the project was released to the world, later in November, you poured out your heart in frequent posts to help people get a sense of the monumental trek we took, geographically, musically and emotionally. I sat back and watched how unreservedly you shared your part of the story. I felt like I was a little kid who was invited to go on an adventure with you. I wanted to squeal with delight, but I let you take the lead in releasing it.
But now, knowing how hard it can be to move on after such an experience like we had, I wanted to give something back and share with you some excerpts from my journal – from that week in Nashville. So here's my unedited version, as I wrote it that week in Tennessee. Since it's history in the making, I've decided to make it a blog post so that others can savor the memories with us.
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Tuesday, August 2, 2022: (The trip down to Nashville)
Lovely ride down in the van. Alternated drivers – made good time
Cracker Barrel for lunch. Road trip. Listened to music
Ended up at Bristol Town Hall (City Hall) while looking for Cracker Barrel
Cowboy at Cracker Barrel – looking for land and/or roadkill?
The Red House @ The White Oak Farm
Wildwood Studio, looking at the deer (after we realized they had a surveillance camera)
Kroger's groceries
Cows in the yard
Deer P,
"We're in jail"
"We need air conditioning"
"Do you have a place we can stay?"
"The Pennsylvania van"
"Will there be crickets in the recording?"
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Wednesday, August 3, 2022:
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All the way down here, I felt rather numb. It's been over four years since I've been here. So much has happened. COVID, for one thing.
I've aged ... and I feel it. I've lost something.
I thought I'd never be back to this town, and I was honestly okay with that. I had a good run. I gave it all I had.
I'm loving the new season of house concerts and being home.
I have to let go of what was. Embrace new special moments. Make new memories.
A new friend in my life – Kirstin.
I don't know her well, but we seem to fit well together. It's not forced... it just slowly unfolds like a rose. I like it. Easy to work with and travel with. Forging new territory – piano and oboe. New producer, arranger, engineer, studio – it's all so different.
I need to just let go and let be. Unfold. Build new experiences. Don't mourn the old.
Love the little Airbnb – very quaint. Perfect for us. Out in the country... little horse farm... dogs... pool... two miles from Ed [previous Portraits of White conductor], two miles from studio and about five from downtown Franklin.
When we got near the Nashville city limits, my heart responded. When we passed exits where I've stayed, Seaboard Lane – where we did Inside Things and Fieldstone Parkway (Ed's territory) – my heart leaped.
Yet, I realized I've moved on. I've been forced to in some ways.
It's better to let go of what was and anticipate new things.
I never thought I'd be back. But here I am – and I love why I'm here. I love that Kirstin and I met through Portraits of White, but we're doing our own thing – like she says, it's an offshoot of the Portraits of White tree. It's not the tree, but it's a branch from it.
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I'm about to go do a photo shoot with Erick Anderson [and Kirstin].
Gray hair – I've kept my natural color. Tempting to color it for this, but it was pretty clear – I need to embrace my age and season in life and part of that is the gray hair.
We're so happy we did the Christmas in July events. Gave us real practice. Almost feels like the fans are with us. They've been part of the journey.
Now we get to enjoy this moment in time. Making music in August, in the town I used to love.
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I believe something beautiful is at work here. I don't know what and I really don't care either. I'm just enjoying the ride. The music. The practicing.
I've learned so much as I've really tried to practice and find new approaches to learning the music. I can feel the mindset shift–from being easily distracted, to learning how to focus and stay in the moment. I overcame the mental hurdle of using the AirTurn pedal to turn pages. I'm on my way to memorizing and I've loved using my 3X5 index cards with various practice approaches.
I think a big indicator of how much I've grown is the dream I had the other night where for the first time EVER, I actually played the piano in my dream and it went super well. Nothing weird happened to the instrument and it felt so natural to play. Perhaps that shows how much I have overcome mentally, as I've given myself to this project for the past six months. And oh... I've lost about 8 pounds in July!
The icing on the cake will be to walk away (or drive away) on Saturday feeling really happy with my performance the next two days...
... and to look pretty today. :-)
When my mother started experiencing dementia, my sister suggested we create a memory jar for her. A glass mason quart jar started to fill up as we'd write down little moments we remembered and put the memories in the jar. At any moment, she could randomly select a memory and savor it.
As we approach the tenth year of the "Portraits of White" Winter Concert, I find myself reminiscing about the beautiful memories we've created together over the years. This led to an idea.
Would you help me fill a memory jar as an expression of gratitude to one of the prominent sponsors of the concert – Martin's Potato Rolls?
It Started with Sundaes and Radios
My journey as an artist has been deeply intertwined with Martin's Famous Potato Rolls. During my teenage years, Martin's Family Restaurant and Martin's Famous Pastry Shoppe (on Lincoln Way in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania), became a beloved spot for my mother and me. The moments we spent there, savoring hot fudge sundaes or pastries, became treasured memories.
Lloyd and Lois Martin, the founders of Martin's, not only delighted customers with their pastry dough (and hot fudge sundaes), but they also played a crucial role in helping minister Charlie B. Byers fulfill his vision of sharing a radio broadcast with Chambersburg. In addition to baking, the Martins had a love for music and radio.
Lloyd and Lois supported Charlie by building a studio in their home, equipped with recording equipment for the broadcast. Charlie's radio show became a cherished part of my mother's family Sundays. Between the radio broadcast and the pastry shoppe, you could say that Lloyd, Lois, and Charlie supplied nourishment to souls and tummies.
Many years later, thanks to Charlie's broadcast, I got my first chance to do an official music recording in a studio near Valley Forge, Pennsylvania. That experience changed my music life – forever.
From Rolls to Flakes
Fast forward to "Portraits of White" 2017, year number four of my vision to bring my Christmas album to life on stage, accompanied by a full orchestra. Excitedly, the dream was materializing – at a hefty cost of over $50K a year. Ticket sales never covered the cost of the event so I had to find ways to make up for that deficit. To help give you some perspective, in 2022, ticket sales covered 65% of the cost of the event. In those days, I was paying for it by doing smaller concerts and working part-time at a church.
When a friend noticed the financial weight I was carrying, he suggested that I find sponsors – and in his kindness, offered to help me. He got the snowball of sponsorships rolling. Eventually, under the direction of a wealth advisor, I put together a plan that would enable me to find sponsorships to keep my dream going every year.
I eventually let go of the part-time job so I could focus solely on my dream. Merry Christmas!
Enter Martin's Potato Rolls. In 2017, Martin's became one of the premier sponsors for my "Portraits of White" event. Lloyd and Lois Martin's legacy rolls on! And once again, Martin's has agreed to be a prominent sponsor for "Portraits of White" 2023. That's seven years in a row!!
So . . . In honor of Martin's steady support, would you help me show gratitude in a special way?
Fill the Jar By:
🎵 1) Write down a fond memory you have connected with Martin's Potato Rolls. Do you fill your roll with some kind of fancy food? Snow Mellows perhaps? Let us snow!
Or, if you've never had the famous rolls, you could still thank Martin's by:
🎵 2) Writing a fond memory you have from the "Portraits of White" annual event and how it has touched you and your family.
Send your reflections to FrancesDrostmusic@gmail.com and include your first and last name.
Then, we'll compile the notes, put them on individual papers and deliver a jar of gratitude to Martin's for their many years of support!
Thank you for being a part of my Christmas journey and for sharing your memories with me and Martin's.
With a jar full of gratitude,
Frances
P.S. Feel free to share this invitation with your friends and family. The more memories, the merrier!
Here's a little video I made in 2020 when "Portraits of White" had to stay home. Since we couldn't hold the event live, I created a collection of video footage from previous years' concerts. Martin's still sponsored me that year, keeping the tradition going with the DVD we created, even while "At Home."