You have to be willing to break into a song while in your worst day.
That’s right.
Start singing while you are on the floor sobbing. (Click to Tweet!)
It’s ugly looking. It feels messy.
It might even make you feel nauseous.
You may feel like you are out of control.
But something will happen in that moment.
The breaking into a song while you are sobbing is you taking the controls back.
That is you saying, I am going to show you who is in charge grief.
I am going to sing my heart out while you are breaking it.
You want a contest grief? You got it.
You make me cry. And I will make you hear my song.
See who makes it.
See who lasts longer.
See who comes back.
I bet you didn’t expect the singing.
I bet you thought a heart so broken can’t break into a song while breaking itself.
You thought wrong.
Here it is.
My song. Fight Song by Rachel Platten
What is yours?
With lots of singing,
Christina
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Fight Song was a favorite for a couple of years. Now as I am moving forward on this journey, I sing “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing,” by Aerosmith. I have many other favorites. Music has been very important to me and very influential in my recovery from grief.
I need to find my song all my songs have been sad songs 3 years in its time,let the search begin I just listened to flight I my have to borrow it until I find mine .
Thank you Christina you help me more than you realise
Love to you
Le-anne
it was a little more than a year ago when i wrote this song … i was in a shit hole motel in Trinidad Colorado .. my life completely shattered …. i would have to say …. by comparison, Hell would have been a vacation paradise ….
No place to hide : written by Sebrina Knight
Can you feel the wind blow, Do you feel the cold
coming thru the window and chilling your soul.
(chorus)
I can feel your anger and pain
Ive seen the shattered pieces and your tears in the rain
but i cant reach across the divide, i’m running from the hurt
and theres nowhere to hide
Searching thru the darkness, reaching deep inside
for a tiny piece of something, anything to keep me alive
(chorus)
I can feel your anger and pain
Ive seen the shattered pieces and your tears in the rain
but i cant reach across the divide, i’m running from the hurt
and theres nowhere to hide
yeah I can feel all your anger and pain
Ive sifted thru the pieces and ive screamed in the rain
but i cant reach across the divide, i’m running from the hurt
and theres nowhere to hide
~Sebrina
I am a somewhat singer/songwriter, I play guitar, not great but well enough to write a song or do a cover song. I sing most nights, as I also sang to “Him” every night. During that 4 years of cancer, he found it relaxing to lie on the sofa and listen to me. Every once in awhile he would say, “that was good”. Now I sing to his spirit. I feel it is the closest I can get to him, to connect – I hope he hears me when I do Guadeloupe by Tom Russell, or his lullaby, Go to Sleep Little Cowboy, your Momma is here….. I started a song before he died. “I Don’t Dance Anymore”. Now I can’t finish it. I want to dance, but I haven’t yet. It’s only been six months. I have his ashes, in a plastic bag wrapped with an antique grain sack and tied with a piece of twine. They sit on the dresser like a limp body with a rosary entwined, a photo of Jesus of the Devine Mercy. I need to put the remains in the box. I have one, it seems constrained. I need to bury them. I can’t look at his pictures but I can sing. I can sing to him., for me. we were together 40 years.