‘It’s a hand me down,
The thoughts are broken
Perhaps they’re better
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs, to fill the air.’
Ripple- Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter
(This track appears on The Grateful Dead’s 1970 album ‘American Beauty‘)
This song has been going around my head lately for a couple of reasons- I’ve been sorting out the emails (haven’t done any more yet tonight, because I don’t know how much I’ll be able to do) and I’ve been thinking about what I actually write about my grief experience this time around – hence my highlighting the lines ‘It’s a hand me down, the thoughts are broken, perhaps they’re better left unsung.’
It’s such a difficult thing to communicate coherently, as anybody who’s actually reading this probably knows. I think that could be why I’ve turned to the music of others, as I’ve begun to highlight in my ‘Songs for the wounded soul’ series. James Taylor’s ‘Fire and Rain’ is a song that has double meaning, ’cause I’ve only recently been able to listen to it again after losing Kim. She asked whether I might be able to send chords to it, my first thought was that I didn’t know how to play it, my second that I didn’t want to be responsible for causing the kind of feelings in her that the song provoked in me.
Do you turn to the work of others to help you express yourself in your grief? What helps, and what doesn’t? Let’s have a chat in the comments.