I came across these ladies singing this song at the Women’s March on Washington and am so happy their work is taking off. They had never met before Saturday’s March, practicing the song via Skype during the days leading up to it. The artist MILCK wrote this song originally about living with childhood physical and sexual abuse – a problem that pediatricians and health workers both agree is an epidemic when it comes to affecting the health of our young women and men alike. Now this song is an anthem for a movement and I want to share it with you as a gift. You’re welcome.
Everyone I know seems to be facing an important choice that will directly impact the direction of the rest of their lives. Whether it has to do with a validating career, the compatibility of a life partner, a child’s welfare, defining a home, or making peace with one’s self-respect, at each point where I see someone struggling there is a question involved whose answer speaks from their core, whether it is intended to or not. This video was shared with me from a dear friend and I hope it speaks to you as it has to us. Ultimately our follies are not what define us, but the decisions we allow ourselves to make. Try listening to the entire piece before watching it – between the words of Alan Watts and the music of Ludovico Einaudi, it is a gem of an experience.
Finally someone in the media calls out the mental health system for what it is, and what it is not. Thank you John Oliver.
This is an excerpt from one of my favorite movies “World’s Greatest Dad”, a film about a writer whose son dies and he makes it look like a suicide. If you have been following the developments surrounding Robin’s suicide and have seen the movie, there are many chilling coincidences that weigh heavy on the heart. The 3:00 mark in the video makes me weep. This is one of his best roles and I can not recommend the movie enough.
I made this video for a friend who turns 60 today and thought I would share it with you so you can see what life is like in a tiny cabin. Enjoy. (There is cursing, in case you don’t me know me that well.)
UPDATE: “Make the cane from the broom you fly on. Lol” That’s why I love ya, V.