"The greatest tragedy is not death, but life without purpose." ~ author unknown
I have written seven songs since Shawn died. Last week a friend played along with guitar. The music flowed – filled me – the music found its way into each part of me; my ligaments, tendons, through my arteries, like a vessel flowing – blood moving. The music spread into my tightened muscles, into the spaces of my heart that I have closed to protect and safeguard. Like warm water washing over me, filling in all the crevices – the guitar sang the notes that my song was missing. It was a step in my grief process. It resonated in me that this is a part of my healing – another level of life, another layer of love.
My senses awakened to the music. My heart responded. There is potential here. There is purpose. The music told me, that when I doubt all else, to sing what I know to be true.
