Sing Your Song
America has been making some noise. I joined in last weekend and it felt good to fill my lungs and empty them, putting my voice together with others', marveling at the chorus we made. It reminded me of the Walt Whitman lines above, and the Black National Anthem Lift Every Voice and Sing.
Tomorrow is the annual Mom Show on Seattle radio station KEXP (10am ET), a three hour musical journey of remembrance and reflection on those we've lost. There is no shortage of things to grieve this year, and this show provides an honest space to let loss be heard and shared. It's very worth a listen.
If you'd like to sing with me, Reading and Writing Memoir and Storytelling both start next week. I've also scheduled a few moreĀ Outdoor Writing Meetups.
We are not all singing the same song right now; harmony eludes us, and I don't know when or if it'll arrive. I only know the voices I want to hear are often the quietest, of those standing in the back, moving their lips but not making any sound. I'll keep listening.
J.