I’m sad about the passing of author, Ursula LeGuin, yesterday. Today is Virginia Woolf’s 136th birthday. I decided to spend the day listening to Lorde. I’m not done yet, but it’s been a soothing day so far. She’s one of my healing sisters, along with Stevie Nicks, Beyoncè, Amy Lee, Sheryl Crow, Agnetha Faltskog, and Aretha Franklin.
They’re who caught me up through their music when I was (barely) enduring a period of devastation. Losing my parents and closest siblings, divorce, surviving rape, etc. All leveled me. I can’t really wrap my head around the concept of such powerful bonds with people I’ve never met. It’s too abstract. (Much easier to just cherish it and enjoy the music.)
I’ve come to an important decision. The next time Stevie Nicks or Fleetwood Mac tour, I’m going to go. I’ve imagined it and tallied up the known consequences as well as…
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