Took some time this evening
looking at the sky
and Emily Carr paintings
of above the tree line.
To me, this period was a kind of “dark night of the soul,” one that was filled with many dark nights in themselves, but moreover a prolonged period of excavating my “shadow”…
I was making eggs the other morning and was feeling the pain and sorrow surfacing from old wounds, and in that stillness of the moment, a sudden realization came to me…
We roared the night we first met,
and then I got frightened and hid from you.
My fall was an awakening. Now that I didn’t have to be perfect, I could be good.
I had a beautiful feeling and realization recently through the creation and fruition of completing my new, forthcoming album, of relating a bit to how parents must feel when their little, magical bundle of joy is finally now in the world…
You were supposed to love me as I was…
but you were the source of my
I’ve just finished recording my fourth album. And it’s felt like an exorcism.
With Valentine’s Day coming up next week, I’ve been thinking a lot about heartache and how physical a pain it can be. Whether it’s a breakup, parting ways with a friend, or the loss of a loved one, the energy of the heart is so powerful that when it’s broken, it truly feels like it and you are pieces.