Just A Loving and a Refusal (Patreon)

Hello my dear ones.

I’m better. Not 100%, but getting there. Out of the infectious woods at least. Tired, a little bleary, ready to face a new era and the frogs are exploding. Wait no. The blossoms are exploding. The frogs are singing. The blossoms are singing. I’m drunk on spring and covid recovery and full of love and happy tiredness.

By the way, did all of America start saying “a hundred percent” instead of “absolutely” while I was gone in New Zealand? It seems it. I came back from Waiheke and all of a sudden everyone is saying that instead of “sure” or “yes”. Talk to me and tell me why this happened.

Cross-posted to socials - I am…

Exhausted, but extraordinarily happy, finally over covid, and it’s been a while since I just told you all that I love you.

A few nights ago, someone told me about an experience they had at my New York show. She’d brought a friend along who’d not only never seen me, she knew nothing about me, my songs, my writing, my stage shows. My friend said that her guest had been having a really hard time in life and that the show gave her a little mini-lifeline, some hope, some vitality.

This is the thing. Why I love to love. Love to live. Love to make. That story gives me the hope and vitality I need myself, to keep composing music, writing down feelings, making songs in my head, raising a child, fighting for truth, breathing with patience, making a meal.

We go in a circle. We trade. Sometimes we can go long times without hearing the words we need, being held in the way we need, being admired and loved the way we need. I’m currently not at a deficit, which means I’m lucky, and it is at these points I can turn to you with the little just-a-few words I have to give that may ease your sleep, your night, your morning, your Sunday tasks.

I love you and I’m proud of you. I am holding you in my arms from the other side of the screen. If you’ve been suffering lately, I hope you find release and ease soon. If it feels relentless and endless, you are not alone. auf you are feeling driven crazy by circumstances and poor fortune, know that wherever you are, there you are for only now, and everything will change. If it isn’t changing fast enough, I wish I could grant you the patience to wait for the moment you look back and say

it was hard

but I survived

and I refused

to be stored in a black

plastic sack and placed

in the

container

provided.

Rage, rage my beautiful friends. Don’t go gently into any dark.

Today, we lay in the sun. Today, we basked. Cuddle those you love. Enjoy every ray. Eat chocolate if you can. Pat a cat. Find peace in the smallest things.

Art….will come.

I kiss your heads.

I love you all so so much.

Night.

✨♥️

Afp