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first...here's a beautiful clip from isreal. 


I needed this yesterday, for many reasons. you may need it, too.


encounters between complete strangers from different faiths and backgrounds in Israeli society with one task: to sit silently and look each other in the eye for five minutes. very abramovic. 


it was made and sent to me by the same activist pals in tel aviv who hosted my bar kayma (a social co-op) gig. I met them at the same time as Breaking the Silence, the group of Israeli ex-soldiers that brought me and neil to palestine to see the other side of the story when I was in Isreal for a house party.


we know. right? no easy answers, ever.


but to start with...may we look at and truly see each other. it is not easy. 


but with that, we can begin again. and again, and again.


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second:

if you are dealing with grief of any kind, and I know many of you are...here is a fantastic long read about embracing the isness of it. 


so much of this article resonated with me, as I faced the first holidays of my grown life without Anthony. I was surrounded by wonderful family and friends, yet alone and more isolated than usual, especially now that the pregnancy-aura and mother-of-a-newborn-aura that protected me for a while are finally fading away and i'm back in the fray with everybody's mortal stresses, fears, angers and distractions. so many around me right now are just trying to cope with loss - including me, on so many levels. death of a friend, but also experiencing birth itself as a death of an old self. it's grief, for sure, a kind of funeral for a life while holding a magnificent baby. 


neil reads these posts now, and so do some members of my family. I never want them to worry or feel aggrieved when I post stuff like this, so I'll just wave to them (hi guys!!) and tell them not to worry...and remind them that blogging the reality of the darkness is how I cope with the darkness. always has been. I'm certainly not going to start editing now that I've had a child. if anything, it's time for me to let go of some filters that haven't been serving me over the course of the last five or six years of Internet shitstorm and expanding blogreach due to social media. this is my space, our space, the place where I can write un-edited. it's why you're here. 


and yes, grief is not over in a week. 


http://thesunmagazine.org/issues/478/the_geography_of_sorrow#.VjvHpAKz1zs.facebook



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third: 


in the article above, I loved this quote by the oft-quoted Khalil Gibran:


"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”


it reminds me of the beautiful john grant song "glacier"....


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLrMK9qBtYY&sns=em


this pain....

it is a glacier moving through you

and carving out deep valleys

and creating 

spectacular landscapes....


once you've watched the film...listen and weep. 


and so it is, that this is still a glacier time, a carving time, a time to create a space hopefully big enough to fit a mother and a child. he's doubled in size since birth. we're giant. it might take some time. 


if this theory holds true, I hope to emerge from the past five or so years of my life with a space the size of the Grand Canyon to fill up with joy. I hope you all stick around to sit in ringside seats for whatever happens. I must remain optimistic. 


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fourth:


this is not a piece of inspiring media, but news. 


i need to make *some* new and untamed music I think or I will go crazy. so I may get my ass into a studio this coming month, just to get my sense of self back and record a song. if anyone knows, or is, a good babysitter in LA, I may need you. holler. 


that's all for now. 


I'll put together a nice big New Years blog. 


we have a lot of talk about for next year and Things and things. 



I love you guys. 


please feel free to discuss your own personal glaciers in the comments, I'm reading. 



x amfp


p.s. if you're reading this and you've come from parts unknown instead of getting it emailed straight to you, consider joining the Patreon to support me making All the Things. then you'll get this shit in your own inbox and help me pay studio and engineer bills. love. 

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We set up encounters between complete strangers, from different faiths and backgrounds in Israeli society. They had one task: to look each other in the eye, silently, for five straight minutes. *** הפגשנו בין זרים גמורים, ממגזרים שונים בחברה הישראלית. היתה להם משימה אחת פשוטה: להסתכל אחד לשני בעיניים במשך חמש דקות שלמות.

Comments

Anonymous

Earlier this year I lost my unborn baby, my third child, my first daughter, to Spina Bifida. We elected to have a surgical abortion after finding out that her condition was such that she would not be able to survive outside my womb. The grief is world-shaking, the glacier is carving... And yet, I find myself seeing a pin prick of light in the darkness. An opening for that joy to pour through, though not yet large enough to accommodate the deluge. After losing my daughter, Clara, I thought I would never be able to try for another baby, though I know in my very soul that I still have more love to give. I am searching for the courage to try again, but I am afraid. I am afraid, I am grieving, and yet I still have love to share. Thank you for seeing us, Amanda, and for letting us see you. \|/

Alisha

We're in Long Beach. If you need a babysitter, holler <3

Amy Chaplin

I just wanted to say, the Facebook group inspired by this here Patreon group is truly amazing! So much love and support and donuts being asked, offered and taken. This group has literally saved lives! I have seen them talk people off the edge, find them where and when they were at their lowest and stay with them until they are safe. People are in need or just looking for a hug or sharing art and they get help and they get love. As you say in your book: "The net forever tightens." (Ok, I might have paraphrased a bit 😉). And it is all down to you! You are the beauty behind the art behind the love. And for that I and (although I can't really speak for all of them but) I'm sure the other 3000+ sloths, cats and dragons are eternally grateful! If I could repay you the beauty, art and love you have inspired in us, I would in a heartbeat. For now, being one of your patreons is all I can do. When I signed up, I knew it was the start of something special, but I never knew how beautiful it would be! With much sloth love and thanks \|/ may 2016 bring joy and love and art and beauty to you and your family.

Joe ling

Wow, AFP! I think your Bigger On The Inside is showing. I'm planning on being ringside for the entire performance. Becoming a mother has changed your voice, as it does to all of us, you sound deeper and more focused with a much wider range. Somehow just as beautiful and still so wonderful to listen to. ((()))

Laura Wellner

A most inspiring post...I keep coming back to it. I look forward to hearing the untamed music you make in the studio… The Sun has to be one of the most thoughtful magazines out there (it’s especially special not to have the distraction of advertising dragging attention away from the content.) Glacier is such an awesome song on one heck of an awesome record, I'm so glad you brought it to my attention when it came out. Creativity seems to thrive on the highs and lows of emotional upheaval…stuff like lust, angst, and grieving is a stew pot of “Gahhhhh, what the fuck!” if ever there was one to stir. Being the little creative spirit that I am, I wouldn’t be able to create anything if I didn’t open up those emotional spigots and let them flow. (Because I have to, if I didn’t, my head would probably pop off my body.) It’s a balancing act to make art and manage life on the outside...and it’s sometimes lonely. I often think I’ve got it in hand and then I don’t, oops. So taking a break from it from time to time to get out and about or just wile away the day sitting on the porch doing nothing more than listening to the birds sing and bees buzz is a necessary vacation from the darkest dark and the brightest light. A lifetime's list of grief and joy goes on and on and on and on, the death of parents, death of pets, accidents, health scares, waiting for shit to happen (or not), disappointments, aches and pains, so much sadness overshadowing the happiness. Life happening, big things, little things, some things life changing, some not so much, but still have an impact…lessons learned, take them as they come. Friends and family do check in on my blog posts too, sometimes it’s awkward… sometimes it’s annoying… sometimes I don’t care…sometimes I wish they wouldn’t because it’s hard enough to write it without looking over my own shoulder and gauging "how does this sound?" Am I being too cynical, too angry, too silly, too whatever...did I say “fuck” too many times? But I’m not going to tell them “no”…if I’m putting it out there for strangers to read, then it’s up to the friends and family to read or not to read...I'm going to have to write my own blog post about this...

Karina

I went to Marina Arbamovic's exhibition in Sydney earlier this year. I spent 3 hours in there and it felt like 30 minutes. The best installation at the exhibition was the area where you just stare into someone's eyes. We all wore noise cancelling ear protector things as well so it was very quiet, just muffled sounds. I remember staring into the woman's eyes in front of me and seeing a lot of sadness, but so much beauty as well. I wonder what she sore in mine. I wonder if I have ever popped into her mind like she as mine from time to time. This time of year is the worst for me. I had hoped this year would be different, but it hasn't been. I hate that we are about to enter yet another year and things are still such a struggle. I have changed SO much in my life, but so much has stayed the same, so I often wonder if it was all worth it. I have well and truly had enough. I feel like such a fucking idiot writing that though because my life is amazing compared to so many others. I wish I could escape my mind. That is my glacier. Sending love. x

Karina

I went to Marina Arbamovic's exhibition in Sydney earlier this year. I spent 3 hours in there and it felt like 30 minutes. The best installation at the exhibition was the area where you just stare into someone's eyes. We all wore noise cancelling ear protector things as well so it was very quiet.

Katy Wheatley

Thank you. Mostly for everything this year that you have brought into my life which I wouldn't have had before, and inspiring me to push myself. I hope you find the perfect studio with wonderful child care facilities and get that music that's welling up in you right out there in the open. I hope 2016 brings you more joy than sorrow. Love to you all. xx

Nicola

yes, yes, yes. that article about grief is so useful. i've read part of it and will need to dip in and out to read the whole thing. I'm sure one of the poets Weller would speak of is Rumi. One of his ideas that I love is that your heart is a room and emotions are guests. welcome them in, entertain them, get to know them and let them leave when they are inclined. that idea helps me a lot, it was a conflict management counsellor who told me that. I was terrified of conflict situations, I'd either lash out hard or run. she helped. and that video. I watched it in the airport preparing to return to Melbourne on the 9pm flight last night. a whole lounge of passengers (or the few who could see me and noticed) saw me cry. I'll be looking up Abramovic's work. My glacier may just about be done it's carving. my trip to nz has been cathartic. I opened loads of old closets, invited the skeletons out, sat with them a while and a lot of them left. I'm relieved. It's been fifteen years of hard work since I tried to leave that all behind. When I tried to get away from my demons, coming to Melbourne, what I found was they landed right there with me, only this time they were angry and I was alone. On this trip our family successfully got along and it was good fun for the most part, again I am relieved. Over the two weeks away I’ve had limited wifi access. I’ve seen most of your posts over the time and I’m busting with responses. I had a big long response about grief and then realised, nope still new years eve and early new years day many places, so don’t bring the vibe down. I’ll save it for another time. In the meantime Rock that studio time chick! can't wait to hear what comes through. Happy new year to you and all your loved ones, here and not xxx

Hmngbrd

First I want to say that during this most recent glacial carving Amanda Palmer's art has been like cleaning solution and antiseptic for the wound. Second i learned of your (Amanda+Neil) sitting at bedside of close friend days after sitting at the bedside of a close friend of mine. Reading Neil's heart on the matter let me know I am not alone. Third going through changes and making tough choices to advocate not just for others but take the step to speak up for my own well being and feeling raw and vulnerable. Again. Not alone. I am finding my voice. Thank you Amanda Palmer for being such a big part of this moment in my life.