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Home place, shoes, and Elvis
I don’t know how it is for you, but music is a perfect escape for me. Depending on how the day is going, the direction the wind is coming from, and how much coffee I have, Spotify is cued up for jazz fusion, ‘80s hair bands, or classical music. When music is on, there is a release of emotions, tension, and even mild inhibitions (see previous comment about singing and drumming).
Until a song comes on and the memories and the grief, which are never too far away, return.
So what do we do when what has given us joy in the past can’t now?
What do we do when the holiday songs are too joyful, and too painful?
Hold on until December 22
We still have 38 days until December 21st, the shortest day of the year. Thirty-eight more days of increasing darkness. And, I don’t know how you’re doing, but I may be limping to December 22, when the darkness will start receding.
Yet, my struggle isn’t so much with whether Elizabethtown is on Eastern Time (it is), or whether we need to leave an hour early to catch a flight out of Nashville (I think so?).
My struggle is with the ever encroaching darkness that steals a little bit more of our light every day.