By: Rebecca Liston
I don’t really follow The News much (I have a lot to say about that but that’s not what I want to talk about today) but somehow, the news of Tina Turner’s death reached my ears.
And oddly, I found myself feeling more reflective than I might have imagined I would.
And I found myself saying to the person who told me of her death, “Wow. Now that woman was a freakin’ LEGEND.”
And, as these things have a habit of doing, that statement left me feeling even more reflective than I might have imagined it would.
What, exactly, did I mean by that?
What was it, precisely, that made me feel that Tina Turner was “A Legend?”
The fact that her voice was out-of-this-world? That she left her abusive husband with nothing but the clothes on her back and $0.36 in her pocket? The fact that somehow beyond all possible imagining she was still singing and dancing and looking so damn fine into her 80s?
Or was it that she won something like 12 Grammys? And is (according to one source) the holder of the Guinness World Book of Records for selling more concert tickets than any other solo performer in history?
Or maybe it’s the fact that, when facing her abusive husband, Ike, during their divorce, she asked for nothing – not one single thing – other than that he grant her the right to the name she had taken – Tina Turner — a name, if you can believe, that Ike had trademarked so that no one could “own” it other than him?
Yes, I think it’s all of that.
ALL of that…and something more elusive, something almost unnameable. Something unmistakably TINA about Tina Turner.
I think I can only boil this down to saying there was something legendary about her very essence.
And that, dear reader, has left me even more reflective than any of the rest of this, for surely, surely, if Tina Turner has something very “Tina-esque” about her, then so, too, must I have something very “Rebecca-ish” about me. And so, too, then, must you have something very “You-esque” about you, my friend.
Imagine, if we distilled ourselves down to our very essence, to that unique blend of goodness and light and beauty and pure “us-ness” that is each of us, why, what could that do? What might that mean? How might another describe it? How would they say it made them feel? What would its frequency be? How would it resonate with the frequencies of those around us? And what would all of that even mean?!?
These are the thoughts in my heart this Thursday in May.
I trust they will resonate. ☺
Rebecca Liston is cofounder and business intuitive at Las Peregrinas, a creative and consulting agency. She specializes in anchoring folks in a clear-eyed understanding of which path is theirs for the taking. She’s got one foot in the land of the subtle and unseen, and the other foot firmly planted in the land of ruthless pragmatism. Oh, and she swears like a sailor, which makes us love her more.
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