Music as Comfort
It’s been music , it’s been music that has been grounding me through this carnival funhouse.
Round and round like a carousel. Listening to the same songs again and again.
That sequence. A journey of the highest bliss, a baby born, the smell of their head, the feel of their latch, down to the greatest depths of sorrow and emptiness, watching them slip away,
At the bottom of my playlist yesterday, where the emptiness lives, I realized that wretched feeling. That place where just before my son died, I screamed to my husband that I’d tear my body open to save Tanner. That this place of nightmares, is love too.
This place that feels like floating in space. The quiet, the nobody present, the untetheredness. The place of no return. No rescue.
It’s all love.
Everything is love.
My sister sent me a new playlist yesterday. I’m ready to graduate from the carousel of the old.
And she inspired me to ask you all, what songs about life, death, rebirth, renewal, afterlife, spirit; or really any song that brings you comfort, lifts, and stirs you?
If you feel called to share, please place them in the comments, so I might discover new music. As the music has changed so has the depth of my relationship with him. It’s a medium of communication and transformation.
3 Playlists that have comforted us.
The First by my Friend Greyson Kirby
This next one, by my friend Blaire Lindsay
The last is from my son Alex, songs that remind of his brother. Memories from their childhood.