I am not sure you could have chosen a better time to post this. Thank you. It is a wonderful song, one I'm not sure I've heard since Soul-Soothing Sundays.
Thank you for sharing your journey. I have been in a stuggle for the last few years dealing with aging and looking back with regret on things I did and didn't do.
In 54 years I still haven't learned how to give myself a break.
The pandemic-forced hunkering down made space & time for me to grapple with my own upbringing - or lack thereof. I’ve done a pretty darn good job of muddling through up till now, even if I say so myself. But your openness about your journey has really helped and inspired me. And I want to thank you for that. There’s just so much to try to understand and forgive - in myself, too.
Not to mention: I’ve been a fan of yours since The Hardest Part knocked me right OUT. Beyond your heavenly voice, I think I recognized a fellow sojourner.
Well, I guess I needed that cry. :) I've been meaning to comment on these recent essays because I've been moved by each one. I truly appreciate you sharing this journey you're on. It makes me realize I am not alone--I recently turned 54 and have had some sort of crisis of person (why am I even here/do I matter/who is that in the mirror/etc etc). It's been isolating and scary. Menopause is also no joke, and I'd like to farm out these raging hormone swings to someone awful, instead of normally nice me.
Anyway. Thank you for this, and all the rest. (Loving the hair, too.)
I have seriously considered starting a section here called For Women Only because I feel like there are so many issues women face during the mid-life turn that affect us in so many ways - and we just don’t talk about them enough. We’re not supposed to. Hang in there — you do matter.
That's actually a great idea. My friends and I have had discussions about how literally no one prepared us for this stage of life. Surely it can't be ALL bad. Ha ha? (fingers crossed)
It doesn’t have the Gibson woodiness (which I love in the older ones) or the boominess of the 000s or the dreadnaughts. I remember seeing Arlen Roth playing one years ago and I was smitten. I love mine.
Beautiful song! And your hair is beautiful also.
I am not sure you could have chosen a better time to post this. Thank you. It is a wonderful song, one I'm not sure I've heard since Soul-Soothing Sundays.
As I listened and watched you share a bit of your heart, a tear rolled down my cheek, only to be followed by another.
"We are like fruit that grows on the tree of life.
Some of the fruit is picked too early,
and never fully matures.
Some of the fruit ripens too quickly,
falls off the tree and decays.
The best fruit remains on the tree as long as it can.
It matures and reaches its full potential.
Stay on that tree as long as you can, darling Allison." - MRVERITAS.SUBSTACK.COM
Love this song and the album its from!
Still in rotation on my playlist!
Thank you for sharing your journey. I have been in a stuggle for the last few years dealing with aging and looking back with regret on things I did and didn't do.
In 54 years I still haven't learned how to give myself a break.
Thank you. I hope you give yourself a break today.
I absolutely love that your hair is strawberry blonde again! You as a redhead is a sight to behold!!! Maybe I should go strawberry blonde too?
Nice!
Beautiful song and a beautiful sentiment from a beautiful soul 👏❤️
Thank you.
Wow very nice
Thank you.
The pandemic-forced hunkering down made space & time for me to grapple with my own upbringing - or lack thereof. I’ve done a pretty darn good job of muddling through up till now, even if I say so myself. But your openness about your journey has really helped and inspired me. And I want to thank you for that. There’s just so much to try to understand and forgive - in myself, too.
Not to mention: I’ve been a fan of yours since The Hardest Part knocked me right OUT. Beyond your heavenly voice, I think I recognized a fellow sojourner.
Thank you.
You are so welcome. One of my most important jobs on earth: turning my experience into something I can give back.
Brought me
to tears, that song..oh, love it..thank you for that..I needed to release that shit ..our hearts will heal and we heal others .
You are welcome!
Love your hair
A beautiful balm. Thank you!
Thank you.
Absolutely love the 🎶 music
Thank you.
You're most welcome
I needed this today. Thank you, AM.
Tears two posts in a row.
SOMEONE understands me.
ox JB
Well, I guess I needed that cry. :) I've been meaning to comment on these recent essays because I've been moved by each one. I truly appreciate you sharing this journey you're on. It makes me realize I am not alone--I recently turned 54 and have had some sort of crisis of person (why am I even here/do I matter/who is that in the mirror/etc etc). It's been isolating and scary. Menopause is also no joke, and I'd like to farm out these raging hormone swings to someone awful, instead of normally nice me.
Anyway. Thank you for this, and all the rest. (Loving the hair, too.)
I have seriously considered starting a section here called For Women Only because I feel like there are so many issues women face during the mid-life turn that affect us in so many ways - and we just don’t talk about them enough. We’re not supposed to. Hang in there — you do matter.
That's actually a great idea. My friends and I have had discussions about how literally no one prepared us for this stage of life. Surely it can't be ALL bad. Ha ha? (fingers crossed)
I appreciate your kindness. x
Allison
I know this song well, but it is quite magical watching it played live with just you and your Martin.
And you don’t see the Moorer smile listening to the CD.
An inspired post.
Kind regards
Alex
Thank you, Alex. That’s a 1954 00-18 that my sister gave me for my 50th birthday. It’s so special.
Love it. The most perfectly balanced guitar there is (IMHO).
This is a great point and a sometimes undermentioned quality in guitars.
It doesn’t have the Gibson woodiness (which I love in the older ones) or the boominess of the 000s or the dreadnaughts. I remember seeing Arlen Roth playing one years ago and I was smitten. I love mine.