Wuthering Heights

I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. It has to do with stress, lack of sleep, a little Too Much of Everything Nonstop, and no silence. There’s just been so much chaos. Too much and too much. Today, someone I love lost someone they love a week and a half after her mother had a stroke, and I was heartbroken for her. It cast a pall on everything.

So, in order to break the cycle tonight, I just sat down and started listening to music. I listened to everything I love most stacked back to back for hours. And then I hit Wuthering Heights, and I just wept. I wept over loss and grief and heartbreak and fear of loss and grief and heartbreak, and it was the expression of a sort of sorrow that I haven’t allowed myself to feel in years. I don’t even know if it was cathartic. It just happened because it had to.

It sometimes feels like I haven’t taken a deep breath in years. Guess I took that deep breath tonight. And Kate Bush gave it to me.

I’ll always be in love with Kate Bush.