Somehow, I became fascinated by a particular word and then a place by the same name: a place called Inverness. When I first heard the word, I thought immediately that it meant some kind of inner state of being…
When I arrived home from a vacation this past Monday and was all set with my bikini for an early morning hot tub dip, I was dejected to discover the “Pool Closed” sign on the entrance door…
We all had so many different plans of what what we’d be doing and how we’d be living. But we are doing this now. Staying in. Taking care. Staying safe. Taking care of each other… This is all still life.
Despite the feelings of fulfillment coupled with exhaustion and some loss, I am nonetheless strengthened by this journey. And also a bit more free… relieved of some kind of karmic burden.
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”…
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.
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.
It's a holiday here in Berlin and it's noon and I'm still in bed after six days of non-stop travel and exploring Amsterdam, Berlin, and soon to be Prague tomorrow.
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.
