Albums That Are Changing Me: Georgica Pond

Without knowing it I’ve spent the better part of the last few years trying hard not to feel, so much. I’m a woman, a believer, and an artist. I feel A LOT and often. It’s one of those things that people who don’t necessarily do, or do anymore, congratulate you on or make you swear not to give up. But these people, even if they’re right and their intentions are pure, they don’t know what they’re asking. It goes far beyond being sad or openly, awkwardly happy. It’s being brave enough to be alone when no one respects, understands, or feels what you feel.

Today, for the first time in a very long time, listening to Johnnyswim’s Georgica Pond I felt justified in feeling- really feeling. Loss, love, hope, friendship, awe and wonder and all of the experiences that bring these treasures they are a gift, and it’s worth it when your heart gets broken because the crack and sting and pang and pinch remind you that you are very much alive. Not feeling, numbness, it is death. And as long as there is air in my lungs, and rhythm in my chest I owe it to my Abba, my ancestors, and myself to live.


Here’s to a life full of feeling. Let it matter.


Ina