one of my favorite things to do in this lifetime is to sit in a comfy chair and silently listen to Dorothy Ashby records from top to bottom doused in candlelight 🪽its magic never fails to wash over me, like fresh rainwater over a smooth river stone
47 minutes of a lush musical journey akin to floating on a wispy cloud like dorothy in the wizard of oz except super politely and you landed in an angelic winter wonderland instead (harps included!) 😸
latin for “from the depths”. if you’re feeling said depths, this letter is both an ailment and a friend. the soul is not complete without a relationship with sorrow
