This has been a week of loss and reflecting on loss, a hard one without a respite apart from in the comfort of family and friends. Before this week, I was listening to the Watchhouse song titled Echo, and it is more appropriate for this week. It is a sad song, with no comfort apart from that offered by experiencing the sadness as it comes. I’ll note - my family and I are safe and well - so don’t worry about us!
Well I try to close my eyes
Clear my mind
Just listen to the wildflowers grow
Such whispers on the breeze
It don’t come easy now
Over all this noise
Spent my youth among the pine
They used to sing a tune so fine
And the wind moved like an echo
Carryin’ their voices