The Australian, Ruth Ostrow
Many years ago I had an unusual experience. I was singing in a gospel choir and one of the men in the group had lost a child at some point before I joined. Nobody confronted the issue so we just left him be and skirted around the grief as if it wasn’t there.
One day we were doing an exercise where we sung in a circle and made eye contact. It was a very exquisite version of a Hallelujah. He was just opposite me. And while I was going higher and higher our eyes locked. I was caught there, unable to look away. It felt like he was singing right into my soul. Suddenly, as if by some sort of magical transmission, I felt the pain of his loss. Continue Reading →
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