Can’t decide on a good picture of it, but I finally got my hummingbird tattoo today in memory of my mom, Deborah. She raised me, taught me, made me laugh, dedicated her life to our family. The hummingbird reminds me of her every time I see one. And I know one day I will see her again. #tattooed #hummingbird
“Rhiannon is the heavy-duty song to sing every night. On stage it’s really a mind tripper. Everybody, including me, is just blitzed by the end of it. And I put out so much in that song that I’m nearly down. There’s something to that song that touches people. I don’t know what it is but I’m really glad it happened.” // Stevie Nicks, 1976
When I was a girl, I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough.
i have no idea what stevie nicks is anymore. is she a delicate creature of the forest? is she a witch living in solitude in a tower with a typewriter and a piano? a sorceress and renaissance artist in velvet robes? a wide-eyed dancer from the 1920s? a sphere of light suspended in mid-air that emits vibrations? my mom? who knows