The Dreamer's Pen

There are artists you like, and then there are the ones you return to like a secret place inside yourself you forgot you left open. For me, that’s Kate Bush. Every time I wander away, life gets too loud or too linear, and suddenly I’m craving something stranger, deeper, more emotional. And there she is. Floating back into my headphones like a ghost in a velvet dress.

It’s the Enneagram 4 energy for me. The drama. The mystery. The ache. Whether it’s Babooshka, Wuthering Heights, or Running Up That Hill, she gives voice to the part of me that feels too much and not enough, all at once. She makes room for longing and beauty and emotional chaos, all the things 4s carry like second skin.

Kate doesn’t tone it down. She doesn’t make herself easy to understand. She just is, in all her theatrical, otherworldly intensity. And honestly? It reminds me I can do the same.

No matter how far I drift, I always find my way back to her and to myself.