Listening Through The Smoke
by Trina Brunk
Sometimes I think that the grief we don't have space for individually turns into smoke and chokes us collectively, until we can make space for it together somehow. Sometimes I think, how can I do my little creativity thing when there is so much grief in the world? But then I remember that sometimes the grief is WHY I need to create, that thing about the crack being where the light gets in, a la Rumi and Leonard Cohen. I decided to sit down at the piano and record, simply with the intention to sing into the feelings that are here. Then I added another voice, and another, because the first voice needed company. Then the piece felt very full with all the voices; at the very end, I removed the first voice, because it felt heard, and now it just wanted to listen to all the other voices that had been listening to it. Photo by Albrecht Fietz.
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