Kristina Furey

"The Future's open wide"--Modern English


As of today, December 31, 2016 Dan and I have been together for 30 years.  We met at a New Year’s Eve party.  I had experienced a break up that year with my first true love.  By breakup I mean, we chose to go our own directions.  Not that the love was lost, more that, because we loved each other we did not want to find ourselves resenting the other later down the road and it was obvious that we both did not want to walk down the same road.  It had been a very emotionally conflicting time for me.  Some moments thinking, well maybe we could have… and other moments wondering how could life be so cruel to let me fall so hard and deep, only to let reality rip me out, like when you wake up from an awesome dream.  I chose to believe I was lucky to have experienced love and to know how it feels to be treated through the filter of love.  I made a vow not to accept anything less as I continued down the road of life.  I did emotionally beat myself up occasionally thinking that maybe I should have been something other than I had been and I did have a little resentment at times that he wasn’t more willing to be what he was not.  But after many rounds in that ring, I took off my gloves, left them there and walked out in search of what was next.  

So it was New Years Eve, when I left my desk at work and headed into the bathroom.  I was in need of some peace and quiet to contemplate my next move.  A friend of mine’s New Year’s Eve plans were shut down when they did poorly in their first semester of college.  I had another friend inviting me for a quiet evening with her family and another friend who had run into an old boyfriend she received an invite from, to a party, that was certain to be anything but a quiet evening.  I was ready to go out and explore my possibilities and I had decided I would start the new year with a jump into the unknown.  Glad I did, as that was the night I met Dan.  It never would have turned out the way it did, had I still been pining for what was never going to be as beautiful as it was when it started.  

Over Christmas dinner someone asked me, well I believe she asked, not completely certain of exact words but think it was, “What is a trash dumpster kind of year?”  She continued, “I’m asking you because I thought it might be a reaction to how the political stuff went this year.”  Brave of her to ask.  Kind of her to ask, rather than condemn the supporters of the political candidate, she knew I had attempted to vote into the White House.  But I hadn’t heard the term and I also did not know what it was, so I admitted to my ignorance over it and then said, “May be politically oriented or it may have something to do with the celebrities we’ve lost this year.  Could be a combination…”  I was thankful she felt comfortable enough to bring that question up to me.  Also, that she had the courage and curiosity to ask.  I think we should be talking our way through our differences so we can understand, it’s not simple and we shouldn’t be simple either.  It’s complex.  We are conflicted inwardly but it doesn’t have to end in some form of outward conflicting reaction.  I know it can be scary to ask the hard questions and our perceived reality could be at risk but the bottom line is, the sooner we understand our circumstances the sooner we can act responsibly in a way that will bring us the best of what the situation is able to offer.    Being honest with ourselves is often the hardest thing but it’s one of the best tools we have when building the lives we truly want.  

No matter what kind of year you’ve had, I am wishing your next one to be one that you will manage in such a way that you will be at peace with yourself, your circumstances and those that surround you.  I wish that you will be honest with yourself in regards to what is most important to you and above all, I wish you love, self love, the love of those that surround you, the love of those that have the power to make your struggles less, and the ability to know love and see it for what it is, so you don’t spend precious time, second guessing it or too much time in the company of someone that isn’t willing to give it.

God bless us, everyone!

PS:  Dan's and my song (the first song we ever danced to) is by Modern English, "I Melt With You". 



"I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing"--The New Seekers


Normally I save this blog spot for my seasonal salutation.  If you are used to getting a holiday card from me or a letter, I’m sorry but this year, I kept waiting for that divine message to come through me and it didn’t.  I sat down and tried to get things to align within me and it just didn’t happen.  I’m not in a bad place or anything, in fact when I am, I am more inspired to wish for others in written form what I feel lacking in my own life.  I am more connected to my inner muse, when I am caught up in the joy and even more deeply so, when I have my own inner struggles.   As an artist I pride myself that it is my job to share whatever gifts my inner muse has given me and the muse seems to lyrically chatter to me during those moments of joy and encourages me through the tougher moments in my life, when I’m willing to lay down my baggage or my pride and listen.  

So it occurs to me, rather than look for something awe inspiring to tell you or give you this year, maybe I should just encourage you to lay down your baggage and engage.  Engage with that person that seems lost, over burdened or the one that feels unheard.  Listen for their wisdom.  Step out of your clique, tribe, political party, religion, whatever may be holding you back from really connecting with your fellow humans.  Make a real effort in what’s left of the season to create a real peace in your heart for them and for yourself.

Let's teach each other how to sing in perfect harmony.   "I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing"  

I find hanging with those who have conflicting beliefs to mine  to be a lot like an allergy shot.  So I start in with slow, very watered down doses and I try to stay calm so I don’t have an allergic break out or allow myself to overreact.  I do my best in not priding myself in being right but instead, I try to pride myself in my feats of self control, as I listen.  I really listen.  I ask them to do the same and when they’re not willing, I walk away to try again another day, less I say something too damaging and forfeit my goal for peace entirely.  It is so good for us to challenge each other with our differences.  Soak in what they've said and reply.  Everyone has a need that is wrapped up in their belief.  When we disregard or miss the needs through our own arrogance or ego we lose.  We lose out on an opportunity to either be enlightened and able to grow or HONESTLY validated in our own position.  When we come in without ego,  we can see the other persons point or how we can point them into a better direction.  Keep in mind we all have ego and most of us use it as a line of defense.  Often it's something we quickly put up when we feel challenged, fearful or confused.  Keep in mind, when someone puts that wall up, it doesn't mean our words spoken respectfully, and in kindness will not get through.  Those words may be the beginning of what sparks change in the way another person thinks.  It they like you, trust you, and honestly feel you are validating them, even if you disagree with their position, then they will more openly receive you and your beliefs, even if, only in small watered down doses.  We know honesty and we know respect when we feel it, just as we know love when we see and feel it.  Patience goes a long way.  If you really want to strengthen your own beliefs surround yourself with people that will challenge them and have fair, open hearted discussions with them and honesty with yourself.  As you honestly and respectfully defend your beliefs one of two things will happen, you will strengthen them or decide it is time to change them.  If you've never changed your beliefs, then chances are you are you are not evolving.  No one is always right.  You have to be open to peace if you want to feel it.  

I wish you love and I wish you peace this holiday season and in this coming new year!

PS-Kudos to first lady Michelle Obama for offering her help and counsel to our next first lady Melania Trump. — “All I Know” by Art Garfunkel:


"The lights, the lights, the lights, the lights" Grasscut


When I was a little girl my family used to pack up and head for Florida each Christmas.  Right before Christmas, trucks would dump of loads of sand in the communities and we’d bring a bunch of it back to my grandparents house and distribute it into bags, that we would then put candles into, creating luminaries, we’d strategically place along the edges of the driveway and the edges of the street in front of my grandparents home.   Everyone in the neighborhood would participate and it was truly a magnificent sight when the sun went down and the luminaries were all lit up.  "The lights, the lights, the lights, the lights"!!!   Prior to that, Santa would show up on a firetruck, cruising down the streets and throwing candy canes to all the children.  I loved to see the houses lit up Christmas Eve, along with all the luminaries.  I haven’t seen a sight like that in so many years.  I wonder if they still do that anywhere…  Well obviously, they still do in my memories...  The lights, the lights, the lights, the lights"...   The other evening Dan and I took a walk around our neighborhood and admired the brightly decorated homes of our neighbors.  

Then last night, I finished decorating our tree and went through lights I haven’t put up in years because my kids had outgrown their enthusiasm for helping out with that tradition and I simply did not find it worth it to go it alone, freezing off my izzy, while trying to place lights with numb fingers or even more so, unstringing lights after the holidays with numb fingers, a frozen izzy and all in whipping winds of a cold Virginia January.  It just didn't fit in with my plans of a "Happy New Year."  Just seemed self defeating.  Last night as I took stock of my outdoor lights, I was not too surprised to find many of my lights were no longer up to the task.  I will put out what I have and most likely add a little each year to my collection.  On my Facebook page I added a few pictures of my favorite decorated homes in my neighborhood.  As you look at these pictures, I can assure you, I have no intentions of competing with the Jones’ but I will bask in the beauty of the lights 

Since we are 12 days from Christmas, I have copied and placed here, my twisted take on “The 12 Days of Christmas”.  Enjoy!  Better yet, write your own version.  It’s quite fun to do. :-)  Another thing that is fun to do, that I did one year was I gave a friend a pear the 1st day, followed by another clue from the song each consecutive day till I had filled all twelve days.  I had 11 guys leaping in front of her and I cut out 12 drummers from her favorite bands from magazines and handed them to her.  I don't recall everything as it's been a loooooong time since I pulled that one off but it is a fun challenge to take on.  Try it, you'll see...

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a French maid's outfit, just for me! ;-)

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!!  4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 6 hiny pats, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!!  4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 7 errands to run, 6 hiney pats, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!!  4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 8 flatuations, 7 errands to run, 6 hiny  pats, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!! 4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 9 "I love you"s, 8 flatuations, 7 errands to run, 6 hiny pats, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!!  4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 10 cards to be sent, 9 "I love you"s, 8 flatuations, 7 errands to run, 6 hiny pats, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!!  4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 11 gifts for wrapping, 10 cards to be sent, 9 "I love you"s, 8 flatuations, 7 errands to run, 6 hiny pats, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!!  4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans and a French maid's outfit, just for me!

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 12 hungry relatives, 11 gifts for wrapping, 10 cards to be sent, 9 "I love you"s, 8 flatuations, 7 errands to run, 6 hiny pats, 5 minutes in ecstasy!!!  4 calls from work, 3 loads of laundry, 2 empty beer cans...         and a French maid's outfit, just for me! ;-)

Grasscut's "Lights": 



A blog, a blog and nothing but a blog


I got back home a little less than a week ago and this week I’ve been playing catch up.  While playing catch up, I found myself in another game, that just seemed like a time waster at the time.  So as I was doing my laundry I opened what I thought was an empty dryer and began to pull out the filter, located just inside the door.  As I did this, I saw what looked like a quarter quickly fall in.  I was hustling about in fast mode and this brought everything to an abrupt stop.  I was a little irritated by the interruption and then...

I thought fondly of a teacher that used to live on my street as a child.  He and his wife were an elderly couple I’d visit on my wanderings.  I’d stop in and check on them.  In my elementary mind at the time, I assumed they looked forward to these visits as much as I did but I kinda laugh a little now as I wonder if he didn’t see me more as a Dennis the Menace type.  See, I’d show up and want to look at his wife’s latest painting, that she’d be working on.  I’d ask a ton of questions and tell them of my latest adventures and then, he would give me a brain teaser and tell me to come back when I figured it out.  Today, I smile as I think that’s a pretty nifty way of getting a kid, like I was, to go away suddenly and quietly and keep them away for a good long while if you found the right riddle.  Still, he did occasionally see me, out and about and ask me if I’d yet figured out the puzzle.  If I hadn’t, he’d help clue me in.  So maybe he enjoyed our friendship as much as I did.  To this day I don’t know.  He was probably close to 80 and left this planet a long, long time ago but I won’t forget that he instilled a hunger in me for answers and a belief in myself.  He never once let me feel broken like I needed to be fixed just curious about my thought process and how he might help guide me.  He gave me the belief that I could figure out just about anything.  I suppose he was my Obi Wan Kenobi, even if, I was just a menace.  

So back to the present I was, and seeing the dryer annoyance, as a little less annoying.  I considered it more a challenge, like an up leveled game of “Operation”.  I grabbed a ruler as my best substitute tool for tweezers big enough to do get down in there and relieve the dryer of, that quarter, which turned out to be a nickel.  I was able to clean out some other stuff, like a guitar pick. Gee Wholly, I wonder where that musta come from?  I also got some things the previous owner of my home must have lost along the way.  There was a piece of plastic from, I suspect a dress shirt's collar and a metal chain, a possible light pull? I was down to the last strange thing I could make out in the light of the flashlight I was holding.  It was what appeared to be a drill bit.  My technique shaky as I clumsily went for it, only to butter finger and dropped the ruler.  It would have been nice to hear the buzzer from that old game of operation as I said some things I’m not so proud of saying and needed it edited out.  Dan, upon hearing those choice words that slipped out of me came out to investigate.  Then he Macgyvered the shop vac by taping the entrance of the hose into a smaller hole, stuffed in some latex tubing and voila, he had created a tiny vacuum, perfect size to slip in there and get out that last piece.  The game was won and lucky me, I was able to move on in my "To do list".  

Why do I share this?  Because I learned a new trick and you may one day need to evolve it into your own circumstances.  I also share this because it’s so easy to be in the get it done mode but the real living comes from the experiences, what we learn, how we are changed and the relationships that we experience along the way.  It’s like this thing someone said to me over the summer.  They told me about how they asked a paratrooper if they were ever afraid their parachute would not open and they replied,  "No, if that happened I would have the whole rest of my life to figure it out.”  I suppose once they did, they’d have a fantastically, inspiring story to tell to others too, as well as some lessons to build on.  It's so easy to see the distractions and hurdles as just that and get angry or feel hurt somehow, instead of seeing them as other special moments in our lives that we can enjoy right along with the rest if we'd only stop trying to live up to our perceived ideas and those of others, of what our lives should be.  


How we communicate


Last week and this week I have been blogging on my phone as I am away from my home and without my computer. I have never been one for body issues, however, while trying to text on my phone I find myself aiming for certain letters only to end up hitting the ones around them and I have come to the idea that perhaps I have fat thumbs. So the question is, does this texting make my thumb's look fat? Hopefully not. Forgive me if I'm hitting the wrong characters as I type and hopefully you get the jest of what it is I'm trying to communicate..

Which reminds me, I saw the movie ARRIVAL over Thanksgiving weekend. Wow awesome movie! Later while reflecting on the movie I imagined the aliens as particular people and then I imagined the aliens as representing groups of people.  That was interesting. My thoughts have never been so much linear more like a drop of blood on a linen napkin quickly expanding in all directions traveling through the veins of the fabric. That said and not to say anything more as to spoil it, the movie was a total home run from my perspective


"All I want to do is thank you"--Geggy Tay


Have a happy Thanksgiving and safe travels!!!

Thank you again to AMI Radio for having me on last week☺️

Geggy Tay's, "Whoever You Are"


"Fish-stunning radio waves"--Roger Waters


This is a quickie blog!  It's 2:24pm, eastern time, so that makes it an afternoon quickie blog.  What a delight ;-) 

So heads up!  I will be on AMI Radio 1700 AM and  tomorrow at 10:00am eastern time.  I will be discussing our song "Deeper",  the Anthony Fowler Foundation and the all important concept of "Paying it forward".  I hope you will listen in if you can.  

Tonight, Dan and I will be playing the open mic at The Ugly Grouper on Holmes Beach.  

Roger Water's, "Radio Waves": 



"We are how we treat each other and nothing more"-Alternate Routes


I’m taking a break from social media today.  I’m hurt, I’m angry, and what I don’t want to be is reactive.  I woke up with a tightness in my stomach, that became a crampy, sick feeling.  There’s been a lot of feelings rising through me in waves, not too different from receiving bad news about a loved one’s health.  it just keeps coming and going in waves…  I am a sensitive person who is constantly working at not being emotionally reactive and that does at times cause me physical discomfort, as I then try to deal with my own inner struggles of angst.  I will be sure to take a long walk today and try to release this into nature, instead of letting it loose on some suspecting or unsuspecting soul.   

I’m tearing up as I type this with the understanding that “We the people” have spoken with our votes and though I feel extremely disappointed in the outcome, I do understand that my friends, neighbors and loved ones that have cast the winning votes here have their own legitimate reasons for choosing their candidate, no different than me.  The majority of people have spoken.  I am aware of the ways my life is blessed  and I’m also aware that a Republican President will be looking out for my best interest and to keep my taxes down, as they have all my life, simply because of the body, family and circumstances I was born into…   So what troubles me at this moment is the result of how my life experiences have impacted my perceptions of the world and shaped me as a person.  As a middle class child I was experimentally entered into the head start program in Montgomery County, Maryland, with the hopes of those conducting these experiments being, that they would see positive effects on children born into less fortunate circumstances.  It was there that I first had the awareness of my similarities or oneness with these “other” children.  I did not see myself separate from them and have felt pain all my life that did not physically belong to me.  This continued when I was four or five and my parents decided that for the next 5 or 6 years they would be foster parents, which made me a foster sibling.  Again boundaries were broken as I was taught these are your brothers and sisters.  This strong identity I had with “my siblings” and equals at school, along with living in Montgomery County which was very diverse, and having one young friend I felt responsible for that had childhood arthritis and another friend, “My Best Friend” (for those familiar with the song) who was made by some to be an outcast for nothing more than her accent, her unique name and her cultural differences, these things made me a magnet for those children in search of someone to call friend and I answered that call because I saw them as the same as me, someone needing someone supportive and invested in their well being.    Because of this, I have always felt the need to take a stand for those born into a role in this world that gave them anything less than what I had.  So I am currently feeling hugely disappointed.  Concerned for all.  Perhaps that is why I am doing my best to try and understand at the moment their needs, while trying my best at this moment to allow them this mistake that I fear they’ve made and allow myself to play devil’s advocate to my own beliefs and try to be open to the idea that perhaps we will see the changes, these people that I love, believe will come with this choice.  

My fears and awareness of my own knowing remain and so this is not an easy path to walk down for me but for you, I will.  Please be humble and kind to those who are in my shoes and understand they too, just as you do, have legitimate needs and concerns and that this is a hard thing for them to digest.

With love and appreciation,

Kristina Furey


"All the colors came out. It's a beautiful day"--U2


It's Saturday, that's the beautiful day you will find that piece of artwork that is so specific as to have no equal!  One that will excite your senses or the senses of your intended gift receiver.  This is what art does it speaks a language that communicates where words fail.  It sweeps a person up in an embrace from the knowing universe that gently whispers to the receiver, “I know you, I have known you for forever and I’m in support of what you are and what you know but cannot speak or find words to express.”  This is why, my dears, you must seek out your artists and support them as they seek to speak the language of the soul.  

Where will you find these interpreters?   At The Florida Railroad Museum, located at 11210 83rd St E in Parrish FL.  As art comes alive at the Parrish Arts Festival THIS SATURDAY, November 5th from 11am-4pm.   Come and indulge your senses!   Water color paintings, oil paintings, acrylic paintings, gemstone jewelry, stoneware pottery, stained glass, photographs, wooden decor, metal work, embroidery, floral designs, essential oils and some of the most unique cards.  There will even be handcrafted scrapbooking materials, designed with love to help you preserve your loved ones and favorite memories for years to come.  

Artists will be entertaining you through out the day as well as demonstrating art techniques and guitar chords.  Artists like Kim Betts, daughter of the Allman Brother’s, Dickey Betts will be there!  She’ll be there with her band, Gamble Creek :-)  Parrish Playworks will be performing one act plays through out the day.  There will be local bands like the North River Church Band, The Buffalo Creek Middle School Jazz Band, Soaring Sounds, and me, with Dan

As always, Dan and I,  plan on having a little something for everyone’s musical taste.  A sweet embrace for each of you.  :-)

AND we will be playing our song “Deeper” which you can listen to a sample of here: 

You can download it for a donation to the Anthony Fowler Foundation here: 

Oh goodness, that’s not all, there will be food and beverages provided by our local Boy Scouts, The Lions Club, Tropi-Coco, Big John’s Texas Barbecue, Dashing Dingo Pizza Company and beer and wine (hosted by our Rotary Club) <--Thank you Rotary Club and you other dear people for your contributions to our artists and community!!!  Folks like Keeton’s Art and Office Supply, who kindly donated a gift basket of art supplies for one of our raffles and The Eye Center for their generous donation of a $350 gift certificate to be raffled, and our very own go to guy for guitar lessons, John Phillips for his considerate donation of a brand new guitar.  Also, a special thanks from me personally, to Kim Vole State Farm Insurance for answering my request for a donation and including the gift bags too! <3 

Beautiful people, I am your girl for raffle tickets!  That's right, I'll be selling them when I'm not on stage performing with Dan.  I'll be doing my part for the PARRISH ARTS COUNCIL  Come find me, if I can't find you and hey, maybe I'll even try multi-tasking and sell some from the stage....  ;-)  That could be interesting...  I can't wait to see you there!!!  

It’s $5 for adults and kids 12 and under are FREE!  There’s something for everyone!!!  

I would also like to thank Parrish Village News, Leslie Wells Realty Inc.,  Pulte Homes, Publix, Suncoast Bloodbank, Jill's Healthy Cooking Chef Services, Cox Chevrolet, Artist Barbara Hart, The Florida Railroad Museum, The Law Offices of McGuire and McGuire, PA and everyone else that has helped financially, or through action.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!  


"Say What You Need To Say"--John Mayer


Wow, so I was looking for a good title.  A good conversation starter....  I chose John Mayer because he said, "Do it with a heart wide open."  That is certainly the best advice.  

Last week I participated in a Speaking Challenge held by Alexia Vernon.  Myself and a lot of other women, saying what they needed to say or saying what they know and want to share.  You can mosey on over to my FaceBook page if you're interested in hearing what I had to say for 5 days.  That's right it was a 5 day challenge and I completed it, even if I didn't get this blogged posted by the end of the week.  Here's the link:   AND I am posting now :-)

This Saturday you can find us at the Parrish Arts Festival, where I will be in charge of raffle tickets so find me and we can start a conversation about the art in Parrish.  Dan and I will also be performing a short 30 minute set, which will include our latest song, "Deeper".  I'll have more on that Saturday, and on how you can get a download of it.   Here is a link to a sample of "Deeper": 

Keep having those conversations with your heart wide open! And go now to our calendar for the information on when, where and how to get where we are playing THIS SATURDAY, November 5th!  :-)