Brandi Carlile and the Art of Kintsugi

I’ve long suspected something about Brandi Carlile, but it wasn’t until I read her new memoir, Broken Horses, that I fully knew it to be true: She is the scrappiest mystic this side of G.I. Gurdjieff, if not Joan of Arc. For the past 13 years, my suspicion was rooted merely in watching her, both up close and from a distance, cast a lasting spell on pretty much everyone who is lucky enough to step into her orbit. Turns out, though, the real magic of her life is explained by numerous inexplicable moments — pivotal, life-defining, soul-stirring moments that definitely count as “mysteries,” with some seemingly coming close to “miracles.”