Anyway. Here's something I love. A lot. I grew up pretty obsessed with Stevie Nicks. I mean, I looooved her. I wanted to be her. Earlier, there had been Judy Garland and Julie Andrews and then Linda Ronstadt, but by the time I was in eighth grade, it was Stevie all the way.
In my wild and dysfunctional childhood, I sought out the occult and Ouija boards and all the paranormal stuff that made up the weekly segments of "In Search Of..." Gypsies and palm readers and crystal balls, oh my. I wanted answers. I wanted reasons. I wanted to feel in control of days and decisions that were anything but under my control.
I spent untold hours staring at the photos from her Belladonna album.
This week, I remembered this obscure Stevie song, "Storms," from the Fleetwood Mac album Tusk. It's slow and quiet and a bit passive about a whole lot of buried emotions. Maybe that's why it speaks to me again, in this odd and empty and changing season. The video doesn't feature Nicks, but a changing montage of nature and mountain scenes that complement the mood.
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm.
This is my Jam for the week.