“I have my unicorn, my crystal, my underused guitar…” Chrystabell is noting all the reassuring totems she has gathered around her for what was always going to be an emotional conversation, but develops into a moving, dreamlike (the unicorn is fake, right?) trip into a world of darkness and light. In January, her great friend, collaborator, and spirit guide David Lynch left this planet for other realms, and Chrystabell is still feeling her way through a landscape of grief.
Of their soulmate relationship, she says, “The depth of the beauty can sometimes reflect the depth of the despair. I wouldn’t change it. It’s everything… But I’m learning to really extract the wonder, the awe, otherwise you can spiral down, because a massive presence has changed.
