To sing keeps things moving. Escapism... catharsis... medicine.
Expressing myself through song helps me to shift from one body of consciousness to another; if I'm suck in the emotional, a shift to the soothing rhythms of a song's energy can be enough to pull me out long enough to remember that the horizon exists, even if I can't see it through the darkness of the woods.
Shortly after moving, I visited some beautiful land that reminded me of where I grew up. Grief arose in me; my body and heart had been missing this land, and all I wanted to do was sink into it and be held. And to sleep, for days, cradled in my earth mother's arms.
The rugged landscape of our new home is a fierce beauty that I whole-heartedly look forward to deepening my connection with and firmly grounding in. But today, even as I call in the faith, I allow myself to yearn and grieve for a place that I really know and call home in my bones.