Making Space For Sadness.
I call this making of space “Singing so the sadness can sleep, under the willow tree.”
It’s a line from a poem I wrote back in 2016. This speaks to me because it evokes tenderness; I have this poor little sadness, and I will take care of it. I will sing to it so it can feel safe and sleep, in a place of quiet, peace, stillness; under my favorite tree.