12th Night Damnit
in which I refuse to have this day become "Insurrection-aversary", and tickets are on sale for the Valentines Day gig at Rockwood Stage 2(!), and I will give a 'Chrysalis' show this weekend
Hey Hartlist,
First things first: HAPPY NEW YEAR! As I spent much of Jan 1 silently chanting behind my mask in a room full of (on-site rapid-tested) yogis in Stockbridge MA:
May I be safe
May I be healthy
May I be happy
May I walk through the world with ease
May my life be ___________
… we got to fill in our own thing for the last one. I offer you the same opportunity.
(We also moved on to “May all beings …” in case you’re concerned.)
In the spirit of blessing the time ahead, the Rockwood Music Hall show has been rescheduled and is now a VALENTINES DAY show in their sexiest concert space (wolf whistle). And it’s early evening so you can drop by, get in the mood, and then take your date
out to dinnerto the nearest testing site.
February 14, 7PM
Rebecca Hart & the Wrong Band
Rockwood Music Hall Stage 2
Tickets here.
Keep the faith.
What else what else. I feel simultaneously like I have so much I want to say! and ugh whats the point. These days I try to resist dwelling in the ‘mind-states’ of worry, fear, resentment and so on. (I did a lot of dwelling there for a couple of decades and it turns out it’s not that helpful?) Then again, Avoidance is not a friend either. Sometimes I don’t know I’m having a feeling at all until my body finally is like Hey, I got you these surprise 4AM back spasms! I just figured you’d enjoy them more than admitting you’re scared to travel during Omicron. Or - would you enjoy sleeping?
I had my first Covid dream last night (I know - first??). I was going casually about my business, socializing with various friends, and my paper mask kept slipping off my face and falling to the floor. Every time this happened I’d remember that I’d tested positive and needed to be at home quarantining, but I’d just say cheerfully, “Oh right I forgot to say I’m positive!”.. and then just put my mask back on and stand there.
Even my dreams have denial.
(I Am negative, though!)
I walked through Union Square the other day to meet a friend for Outdoor Hot Chocolate. It was freezing out - the first really cold day in a while - and the sky was white and gray. I looked around at the pop-up Covid testing tents and various signs with words on them I didn’t know two years ago. And then I saw it - a rose bush, surrounded by trees and bushes that were just cold bare brown sticks. The rose bush was in full bloom, covered in pink flowers. Because of course it had been unseasonably warm that week, even though this day was cold. And I stood there in my hat and mittens and I looked at it, and my first thought was beautiful and my second was and so I came to understand that the world was ending.
Ugh. Sorry. Grim. Also: I don’t think I really believe that! And also you guys are too good for me to test out Sentences I Just Liked on you. But the truth is, as I just said to a Tarot client (again) yesterday, there IS a ‘Death’ of something going on. Something has changed permanently about the way we live, and while I don’t know that it’s All Bad, I also don’t know what It Is, and I might as well just say that it’s getting to me. I’ve been having trouble sleeping and this morning at 4AM I checked my texts (stupid) and someone had used the words “double pandemic” while talking about flu shots and friends that’s just not a phrase you wanna see at 4 in the morning. And while I’m here I’d like to thank the woman in the “Bedtime Stories” section of my meditation app who decided to post audio of herself reading the first four chapters of LM Montgomery’s Emily of New Moon.
Ok. Two things:
if you’re home on Sunday afternoon, I’m going to play a few songs live at 4PMEDT, on my Youtube* & Facebook. 1 Join me. I wont’ talk about the end of the world.
As I start to formalize and professionalize my Life In Tarot a bit more, I’m going to start posting short clips from my readings now and again. I need some guinea pigs, so if you would like a free reading from me and are willing to be filmed, let me know and we’ll set it up. (It will not be “scary”, “magic”, or “a psychic reading”; it will be fun and I hope useful.)
See you out there (for real, and soon),
Rebecca
It looks like CDBaby isn’t gonna fix the whole “another Rebecca Hart’s music all over my pages” thing anytime soon. There was a temporary reprieve and now aaaallll the Christian rock RH’s songs are back on my channel. Their last communication was “Well, this happens, so you might have to keep reporting it”. Which takes 6 months-1 year each time. So.. I’m going to be exploring new distribution and there will be a bit of a shift in Where Everything Is coming up. We’ll all get through it. :)