Cracking the hard crusty coating
I have said before that without being able to afford real therapy, the next best thing I could do would be to listen to Tori Amos music all day. It's been a REALLY LONG TIME, but I listened to Beekeeper today, which is a really long album actually, and pretty much runs the emotional gamut from aggravated to sassy to nostalgic and around again. I think even the fact that I'm posting again shows I felt some primordial shift inside me. Just a bit. I'm three freaking albums behind, though one of them was Christmas music. I also missed Strange Little Girls, but it's all covers, so I guess that's really only two. Something bizarre about her stuff is I always seem to find it right at the moment it's going to resonate most, so maybe that means it's time.