Our Lives

There is comfort to be found in knowing that someone has experienced the thing we have experienced, particularly when it comes to any experience of suffering we have had.

Our suffering become less painful when we share the experience.

And if suffering can be shared, then why not ecstasy, joy, peace, and amazement. That too is possible.

We can share all of this through music and song.

Sometimes it is necessary simply to survive, and to help those we love to survive. Those songs are sad. But the tears can open up our lungs again, and help us breathe, when it felt like there was little air left to breathe.

And at the other end of the tunnel, there is joy. Like an oxygen explosion in the brain. A possibility. The universe opening up. And the longing for everybody…and more specifically the people we know and love….to see and experience at least the possibility…of unending possibilities. Songs of celebration. And beyond.

All of this is on the continuum of life. Of Our Lives. This. Now. Whether we see it or not. Often we don’t.

I wish you less suffering and the songs to help you cry.

And I wish you joy. And a rapturous melody.