You canāt live on joy, on applause. You canāt eat adoration. You canāt live in a concert hall. And my heart couldnāt bear losing another family after every gig. The universe did her best to keep me going. Who knows, maybe my big break was around the corner, and I just had to hang on a tiny bit longer, just one more audition. I guess Iāll never know.
A short pagan feminist metta practise on Insight Timer (a free meditation app) with gentle nature sounds and deep drone. Blessed be the elements and laws that keep our siblings safe, cared for, and equal to all of us.
Let yourself rage against all the reasons you stopped using your voice. Rage against money, capitalism, the lie of meritocracy, the optimism of youth, the institutions that lulled you into passivity, the warnings you did not heed, misogyny. Shame, emotional abuse, trauma, microagressions. Sore throats, lies. Shed your tears for all those moments of connection you lost because you did not sing.
