goodnight, terror. (Patreon)

my loves

how are you all? please tell me.

i haven’t written in a while because i’ve had ash with me almost 24/7 for about 5 days, unless i’ve been on stage. i just came back from dunedin, where i had what i think could be classified as the best weekend of my life, without exaggerating...and not just because of the election results. i’ll write more when i have the oomph (it’s 11 pm here and i’m about to fall over), but i was profoundly reminded what it feels like to reconnect with friends you just hadn’t met yet.

i will post gazillions of photos, in time. for now, here’s just one beautiful one. this is little vita, one of my NZ patron amanda’s daughters, with ash on the island ...

we all held our breath together. the world held its breath - and now....

we exhale.

we lie, exhausted. and ready for the hard work. but first; we rest. we must. exhale. rest. cry. shake.

ok one more ... a sloppy screenshot of the patron party in dunedin cheering for the almost certain biden victory...

much more to come

i’m so so so tired

we all did so much - collectively - to try to make this happen. our collective effort worked. whatever we all did. it worked. every phone bank, every tweet, every dollar we gave, every vote we cast.

we did it.

thank you for everything you did.

around the world.

small and large.

collective effort came through.

so i am, like many, deeply happy...and deeply exhausted. my last few days has been a full spectrum of political nail-biting, glorious events, mant tears and frantic momming in brand new digs in the brand new beautiful city of dunedin with the help of incredible friends old and new ...

then today was full two-flight travel day to get home to hastings...soaked through to the bone with tiredness.

and then, without any warning, ash grabs “goodnight moon” and for the first time, without being asked, reads it on his own, to me.

he read to me.

i think we can safely say everything has come full circle in this universe.

i am happier than i have ever been in my life, for such small, such profound small-big reasons.

well, and the big-small ones too.

😭

goodnight, terror.

goodnight, wait.

goodnight election that sorta held my fate.

i mean, we know. there is no certainty in this life. this election didn’t bring it. nothing can bring it. but i feel 18,000 tons lighter today.

may we begin the great healing.

there is unimaginable work to be done.

but there’s light now.

i love you all so much.

sleep sweetly aotearoa.

and good morning, america.

🌙🌞♥️💫

time to relax.

x

a

p.s. if you want a good cry, this:

https://twitter.com/harryalford3/status/1325220150497464320?s=21