Yesterday, I put Aretha on blast, playing every song Spotify has in its library that she’s recorded. I also watched gifs and YouTube clips, singing along when I could but mostly listening in awe to depth of emotion she can convey with a pause or a single note. She really can fill a person’s soul, and my day was richer and softer than a Thursday usually is.

Why do we wait until our heroes die to spend time rediscovering their art?

I decided last night that I should dedicate each day to a single artist, listening to their catalog, so that each day could feel as full of beauty as…