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…
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.
There was something magnificent to me in the boldness of this bravely winged, but blackened heart that so many things of life had been nailed to — it’d been pierced by life itself.
For anyone who struggles with others’ perceptions in choosing a somewhat “unconventional” life path or being an “unconventional” person.
It’s been a long journey for me to get back to wanting to record again, but life in all its mysterious ways and nudges to help us grow and change has gratefully led me to this new creative space and time.
I feel a bit like a kid returning to school and tasked to write her “what I did this summer” report, but this summer was a big one for me as it marked my return to performing live after over two-and-a-half years.
One of my good friends recently said how there’s nothing more powerful than a woman who has been to hell and back. And I thought about that phrase, “to hell and back,” and how much its pertained to my own journey over the past few years…
The Echium candicans, once vibrant and ultraviolet in spring, are now burned black by the hot sun at the start of summer…. they make me think about letting go of what is dead and dying… the natural falling away of things.