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A Tale of Two Lost Young Talents: Brittany Murphy and Amy Winehouse

They could have been contenders.

They were young women whose creative careers showed promise for a life-long body of work.

I have eclectic taste in the arts, most especially in film and music. I really couldn’t say just who or what would be to my taste. Brittany Murphy and Amy Winehouse were two young talents who touched me, who I wanted to enjoy seeing where they would go with their work. I thought they would both make “long bones”:  have long, successful careers that contributed interesting creative expression in their respective fields

And I was sad when each had their beautiful flames snuffed out too soon.

Brittany Murphy first caught my eye in 8 Mile. There was something about this girl. I wondered about her and made a mental note. And with time, I enjoyed seeing where she would go. And then she did a quirky little film called Love & Other Disasters. She reminded me of a young Audrey Hepburn, à la Breakfast at Tiffany’s, in it. I loved this original accent she used for the role. See the beginning of the movie to find out where the unusual accent came from. And I personally adopted one of her expressions from it: “hello babies!” I would say to my friends. It was such a cute and endearing thing to say. Loved it.

And then one day, a friend of mine posted on facebook that she had died. Shock and sadness. No really. I wanted to see where she would go! She had a kind of beauty that just got better as she aged, just like Audrey Hepburn. Long bones in talent, long bones in physical features. And suddenly the bones would no longer grow.

And I thought about Brittany when I heard the news about Amy Winehouse’s passing, not long ago.

Another beautiful young woman, with long bones. She was a fascinating combination of the retro and fresh. This wild girl with the bouffant hairdo, tattoos, and outrageously soulful voice. Where did she come from? ? She was so different from the usual pop princess. She had blues, she had soul. She could have become an Aretha or some other beautifully aging and timeless talent. But instead she became a young Billie Holiday. Gone too soon. Too too soon, baby. The soulful curves of your voice, your songwriting, I wanted to hear more, see what you would do with that creativity over a long, long life-time.

I read a comment somewhere when she died that said “Is anyone surprised?” That remark made me sad and mad on two levels.

One, it assumed that she had a drug-related death, due to her very public, messed up liefstyle. But we don’t know yet why she died. Fact is, reports said she had a clean bill of health from a doctor just a few days before her death. And she had started putting on a healthier weight, after her struggle with an eating disorder. The second reason I was sad & mad at the comment because it was so dismissive of her identity and her tremendous talent. This girl shouldn’t have died! When I had heard that her tour had been postponed recently because she had appeared drunk on stage, I felt so sad for this lost young woman. What tremendous pressure she must have been on, to come up with more fresh material. I heard she suffered from a debilitating writer’s block as well. Imagine that! When your very public bread and butter is writing, how do you cope. No, she did not have an easy life.

Well we can’t wish these girls back to life. All I can say is sleep now, girls. Rest, rest well and rest in peace.

Goodnight, babies.

Anima Blue


The Voice and The Silence

In order to find my voice, I had to lose my voice.
Life is funny that way, no?

I recently came down with a throat infection and literally had to stop talking. And those who know what a chatty cathy I can be, would know that losing my voice would definitely impact me.

But I discovered that I liked having no voice.

I was stuck at home, voiceless, delirious with fever, and it gave me time to think about things. Yes blogs I want to write. But also about my dreams and things I want to accomplish in my life.

Suddenly I had a craving for complete silence, going beyond just the silencing of my own voice, and I turned everything off, to not hear the sounds – the noise – distracting me from my thoughts.

The only thing I listened to was the whispering of the trees. I had missed hearing it, noticing it, that soft sigh. For the whispering of the trees is a sacred sound to me. It reminds me to look around at this miraculous thing called life and the miraculous organisms living around me. It reminds me to look deep inside myself, to listen to my own heartbeat.

With the whispering of the trees I connect to a profound Silence. A silence felt in my soul. Kind of like the mad scientist’s aha! moment, but sounding more like a simple YES. In that simple YES there is a remembering of who I am and my soul’s path in this life.

The timing of this also fit in well with my reading a whole bunch of books from one of my favourite authors, The Great Alchemist, Paolo Coelho. More about his writings to come in another blog.

I had forgotten the bliss I felt when reading Paolo Coelho’s books. In his writing there is a sublime simplicity, a Truth of All Things, which often makes me stop to absorb these wonders.

And with the five Paolo Coelho books I read within my convalescence, it also brought me back to that sacred and profound Silence of The Soul. When the soul realizes its magnificence and abundance and is simply happy to *be*.

I hope you are blessed with a Silence of The Soul as well.

 Anima Blue 🙂

Video Montage: The Flow
Following the flow of the universe, with a photo montage I created. The song is "Twisted Hair" by Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble, featuring the sublime operatic voice of Sioux singer Bonnie Jo Hunt, who sings over the sound of crickets.
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