May

On Now: The music muse, starting over, and being okay with not being ready

May was the sky cracking open and fire in the dark and writing until the music stopped. It was voice memos and breaths that made me shake and eating whole chocolate bars in the sun. It was the searchlight moon and fireflies flickering like stars in the trees. It was baby birds in my hands and not knowing how to trust that things are going to be okay. It…