This child that was me and the me that is still me now craves stories, poems, and songs of healing — these are all I crave today. I’m sorry I cannot say more. Later, yes, but not yet.
For some reason, the lyrics to Jewel’s “Life Uncommon,” which I listened to on repeat in my early 30s, keep running through my mind:
And lend your voices only
To sounds of freedom
No longer lend your strength
To that which you wish
To be free from
Fill your lives
With love and bravery
And you shall lead
A life uncommon
Might you share with me your sounds of healing and freedom in this life uncommon?
What are the stories, poems, and songs you turn to for healing and freedom? Yours or otherwise, published or not, polished or not. Your voices are enough.
Love,
Jeannine
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