I am completely aware that the only constant in life is change, but this time, it’s staring me in the face. The lake is different. The sky is different. The owl hooting was even from a different place in the woods.
This is a reminder to myself – I posted this last week regarding bereavement: Yesterday was strange and uncomfortable, but in the end, I made sure to paint and top it off with song and community. Music is the balm for all of life’s troubles.
Amanda Fucking Palmer blows my mind and my heart. She is relentless in her raw vulnerability, an inspiration, an ardent champion for humanity in all its passion and messiness and ugliness and real-ness.
There is no intermission. Only life.
Photo of Amanda Palmer in Ireland by Stephanie Zakas