This July was perhaps the summeriest summer I’ve ever had in my life, filled with park play and fountains, homemade ice cream, out-of-town weekends, BBQs and picnics, and – well, you’ll see.
I’ve never been a particularly “musical” person. Other than a deep and undying love of Tom Waits, when I’m listening to something it’s most likely talk – talk radio, NPR, podcasts, or audio books.
However, when I find myself facing great emotion, something musical awakens in me and I’m compelled to listen nonstop. And that happened, in July, as Damian and I began dancing around the discussion of separation. I re-discovered the incredible, the incomparable, the genius that is Amanda Fucking Palmer, and her music became my solace.
This song was on constant replay (really worth watching the entire video):
At the very end of July we went to a “hoedown” BBQ at Out To Pasture farm animal sanctuary. There were so many friends, so many beautiful animals, so many lovely veg families. It was one of my very favorite days, just absolute summer perfection. And isn’t it amazing that you can have such a diamond day during an otherwise very dark time? Life is complex and incredible and man, there’s just no such thing as black and white now is there?
August, coming soon . . .