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		<title>serendipity.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 22:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>On July 31, 2002, I attended an <a href="http://www.blisslife.com/bliss/index.php">Amel Larrieux</a> performance at the Navy Pier Skyline Stage in Chicago, IL. At one point in the show she invited an audience member on to the stage to sing with her. It just so happened to be me. This was one of the most beautiful things that have happened in my life. Eight years later, I still cry upon listening to this recording.</p><p>After I finished singing...</p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">On July 31, 2002, I attended an <a href="http://www.blisslife.com/bliss/index.php">Amel Larrieux</a> performance at the Navy Pier Skyline Stage in Chicago, IL. At one point in the show she invited an audience member on to the stage to sing with her. It just so happened to be me. This was one of the most beautiful things that have happened in my life. Eight years later, I still cry upon listening to this recording.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">After I finished singing, I opened my eyes to the entire audience on their feet giving me a standing ovation. If I ever had any doubt as to what I was supposed to be doing in my life, this moment quenched it. Amel Larrieux was in tears, speechless. I get chills just thinking about this moment. No one knew me. I was only 18 years old, just home from my freshman year of college. What an amazing moment!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">ENJOY!</p>
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		<title>changes and hope.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 19:03:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last year this time, I was living in Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy in a nice 2 bedroom apartment. I lived with my young and spry cat, Rocky. And my roommate was a teaching/traveling tap dancer. I was slowly losing my mind.  <a href="http://daynalynn.com/2010/05/changes/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last year this time, I was living in Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy in a nice 2 bedroom apartment. I lived with my young and spry cat, Rocky. And my roommate was a teaching/traveling tap dancer. </p>
<p>I was slowly losing my mind. </p>
<p>In the midst of an existential crisis, I was on the border of finding something &#8220;easier&#8221; to do with my life. I was reeling on the end of a self help binge: Dr. Wayne Dyer, Esther &#038; Jerry Hicks, Bashar, and anything else I could get my hands on.  I look back on fall 2008 to summer 2009 as the least luckiest times of life. It seemed like everything I touched burned to ash: jobs, relationships, career opportunities. By the end of it all, I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a fire pit with the remnants of my life spread around me. At the time, moving back to Chicago was the hardest decision for me to make.</p>
<p>Having my own space was easy to get used to. My roommate was often traveling around the country, so most of the time it was just me and Rocky. My boyfriend would visit, but by April, he was away on tour and we were broken up most of the time. </p>
<p>I was in love. I had put so much energy into encouraging and motivating him to stick with music and the opportunities he was being giving. I told him that it would work out in his favor at the end of it all. It did. Meanwhile, I was feeling the same doubt and inadequacy that he was feeling. Although I wasn&#8217;t getting the same energy put into me, at least not from him. My family was my encourager, but they were hundreds of miles away. So, as my eyes flooded with tears, I decided to move back to Chicago.</p>
<p>I think that my breakup with my former boyfriend is the Great Marker between eras of my life. Literally, the next week, after it all went down, my life just flipped upside down in the best way possible. Things started happening for me. Its like someone fixed the antenna on the tv and everything was all clear, I had good reception.</p>
<p>While I was going through in New York, I wrote two songs that are probably my favorite lyrics on my new album. &#8220;Hope&#8221; and &#8220;Changes&#8221;. Every time I hear them, I get transported back to where I was spiritually. But this time, I have the perspective that I could write about yet couldn&#8217;t see.</p>
<p><em>Could there be a glimmer of hope<br />
Just waiting to be seen by you?<br />
Hoping to let its love light shine through<br />
Illuminate your deepest truth<br />
The one that says you can have, do, and be anything<br />
Your mind can see<br />
You manifesting visionary<br />
Its only you<br />
Holding you<br />
Back from you<br />
The highest you<br />
Greatest you<br />
That thing you think you can’t do</p>
<p>Lost hope<br />
Old Dreams<br />
New Life<br />
What does it mean?</p>
<p>Lost (and Found) Hope<br />
(Revives) Old Dreams<br />
(Creates) new Life<br />
Now you see</p>
<p><small>Excerpt from &#8220;Hope&#8221; by Dayna Lynn © 2010</em></small></p>
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		<title>winter is for the birds. (well, kind of)</title>
		<link>http://daynalynn.com/2010/02/winter-is-for-the-birds-well-kind-of/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:14:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dayna lynn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[its february. this is the time when the true meaning of winter hits home. the snow is pretty and the blankets are cozy, but my head is cold and cabin fever is driving me crazy! the dry air has my &#8230; <a href="http://daynalynn.com/2010/02/winter-is-for-the-birds-well-kind-of/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>its february. this is the time when the true meaning of winter hits home. the snow is pretty and the blankets are cozy, but my head is cold and cabin fever is driving me crazy! the dry air has my sinuses in a funk and my cat wishes he could get some fresh air. he&#8217;s frail these days and his bones can&#8217;t stand the cold.</p>
<p>next year this time, i will not be in chicago. i need moisture in the air, and not the fake kind that comes from snow. i prefer good, old fashioned humidity and 80+ degrees. SUNNY!</p>
<p>until then, i&#8217;ll be abit crotchety and abrasive. and i&#8217;ll blame it all on the cold.</p>
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		<title>2010.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 20:32:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[2010. my first post of the year. well, its only fitting that i write my first blog of 2010 under the influence of the solar eclipse and mercury ending its 3 week fudging with communication, electronics and movement of all &#8230; <a href="http://daynalynn.com/2010/01/95/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>2010.</p>
<p>my first post of the year.</p>
<p>well, its only fitting that i write my first blog of 2010 under the influence of the <a href="http://www.anneortelee.com/" target="_blank">solar eclipse</a> and mercury ending its 3 week fudging with communication, electronics and movement of all kinds.   i blame mercury retrograde for my canceled recording sessions. i blame mercury retrograde for misunderstandings in communication. i blame mercury retrograde for all phone calls i received that i didn&#8217;t want and all the phone calls i <em>did </em>receive that i <em>didn&#8217;t</em> want. mercury finally stopped moving &#8220;backwards&#8221;. YAY!</p>
<p>in other news&#8230;last nite i had a beautiful recording session. we found the magic combo of settings for the microphone and tube amp, couple with my distance from the microphone. i pray that this energy is even more there at the next session next wednesday. and i hope we finish recording the vocals by the end of next week!</p>
<p>in more boring news&#8230;my cats have begun yelling at each other through my bedroom door. the catch is that rocky (the cat inside the bedroom) is just 2 years old. leo (the cat who has free reign of the house for soon to be obvious reasons) is 22 years old. rocky claws at deaf and hard of seeing leo. and leo hollers loudly as you would expect a deaf mute cat to sound. we may be taking leo to the vet tomorrow to put him down. he&#8217;s very frail and emaciated, loses his balances easily and has screaming fits randomly throughout the day. we don&#8217;t know what&#8217;s wrong with him. my internet research says maybe thyroid difficulties&#8230; he is definitely very uncomfortable. he&#8217;s just a sack of bones.</p>
<p>anyway. i promise the next post will be waaay more interesting. stay tuned lol</p>
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