Last year a dear family friend passed away.
In the days leading up to his death, I sat by his bedside - my hand upon his still, quiet hand - and I sang. As he slept, I sang. And in the middle of every song I wept. But then I wiped my tears and carried on singing.
This is one of the spaces I feel most alive...bringing my voice into the painful, unbearable moments of life. The space were song or silence are the only way to hold the weight of the burden.
Over the years I've brought my voice into hospitals, funerals, and deathbeds. It feels like my own way of bringing light into darkness.
Singing has always been my therapeutic outlet, my release, my life source.
It's been a home for me, again and again.
I'm sharing both originals and covers here. I hope you enjoy,
~Rae