5 Secrets for Overcoming Unbearable Grief
“I hear the voices around me. I am swallowed up in them. I close my eyes and sink into the sound slowly, like a sigh …The ancient idea of koinonia, unity in diversity. Propter chorum, say the monks. For the sake of the choir. Surely each of us here has a grief for which they sing, whether or not they know it. I need this unity, a connection to others, something that tells me I am present. But I am singing selfishly, for myself, hoping for a way out of this pain… I flee my anxiety, diving deeper into the black notes on the white page, the sounds of sorrow and hope and pleading, submersing myself in the music, feeling it close over me like water.